FIC: Guiding Harry Chapter 12: Meet Sirius Black (March 2025)

Summary: Fleur meets Harry’s godfather, and reaps the benefits of winning a practice duel with Harry. (Harry/Fleur)

Fleur’s second Hogsmeade outing with Harry was not quite as romantic as the first had been, but that didn’t bother her. Walking around the village with Harry as he focused on trying to show her spots in Hogsmeade he thought she would like had been nice, but she didn’t mind the fact that Hermione and Ron were both walking with them this time. Fleur was still getting used to having friends, but it was a pleasant recent change in her life. Ron was getting better at learning how to spend time around her without being drawn into a trance by seeing her and talking with her. There was still the occasional moment where either his control would falter, or she would slip up and accidentally hit him with a blast of allure when Harry said or did something that made her very happy, leading to Ron’s mind going momentarily blank and his eyes glazing over. There had been a couple of such instances while the quartet explored the village together, but with Hermione’s help in snapping Ron out of it quickly, they’d made it through with minimal embarrassment.

The reason that Harry’s friends accompanied them into the village this time was that they had an appointment to keep. As requested, Harry, his friends, and his mate met the shaggy black dog on the outskirts of Hogsmeade and followed it up onto one of the black mountains beyond the village. Fleur was glad that she and Harry had been working so hard on preparing for their tasks, with physical fitness and endurance among their training. Otherwise, the steep trek might have left her as short of breath as Ron and Hermione were by the time they followed the dog’s lead and squeezed inside the cave he was apparently staying in.

Fleur froze, startled by the hippogriff standing inside the cave, tethered to a rock. This had to be Buckbeak, the hippogriff Harry and Hermione saved the previous year. Fleur had heard all about that story of their time-traveling adventure to save Harry’s godfather and the condemned hippogriff at the same time, but she hadn’t known that she would be meeting the feathered creature today. Upon seeing Harry, Ron, and Hermione all bow their heads to the hippogriff, Fleur did the same.

She watched Buckbeak bow its head and allow Hermione to approach and pet its neck. By the time Fleur turned her head back to look at the dog, it was no longer a dog at all and had instead turned into a thin, dark-haired, and dirty-looking man. Harry passed him the food they'd brought from the village, and Sirius Black sat down and dug into the chicken and bread with all the ravenous hunger of a man who had not eaten a proper meal in a very long time.

“I apologize for my poor table manners, Ms. Delacour,” Sirius Black said after swallowing the chicken in his mouth. “I would have preferred to make a better first impression on my godson’s girlfriend, but this is the best meal I’ve had in weeks. Been living off of rats, mostly. Can’t chance stealing much food from Hogsmeade.”

“There is nothing to apologize for, Monsieur Black,” Fleur said, stepping close enough to Harry that she could lean against his side. “You are risking your safety and your freedom to be here because you are concerned about Harry. That tells me more about your character than your appearance or etiquette ever could.” She meant it. His hair was dirty and unkempt, his robes were ragged, and there was chicken grease dripping down his chin, but he was hiding close to the castle despite the risk to him because he was worried about his godson. Fleur would never wrinkle her nose at a man who prioritized Harry above his own safety.

“I like you already,” Sirius said before tearing into a chunk of bread with his teeth. Fleur beamed. She knew that Sirius, along with Ron’s father, was the closest thing Harry had to a father figure in his life. She had been looking forward to this chance to meet her mate’s godfather in person for the first time, hoping to make a good impression on him.

“Why are you here, anyway?” Harry asked, frowning. “What if you get caught?”

“Unless I’m safe and out of sight, like inside this cave, all anyone sees is a stray dog wandering around the village,” Sirius said, shrugging carelessly and tossing a chicken bone aside. “Only you lot and Dumbledore know about me being an animagus.”

“Don’t forget Wormtail,” Harry said, his frown deepening. “He knows, and so does anyone else he cares to tell.” Sirius scowled at the mention of his former friend but shook his head.

“If Peter has any friends to share that secret with, I doubt they’re wasting any time looking for a shaggy dog wandering around Hogsmeade,” Sirius said after swallowing another hunk of bread. “I wanted to be close by in case something happens. I’ve been nicking copies of the Daily Prophet from around the village.” He nodded in the direction of the pile of papers in the corner, which Ron picked up and passed around. “Too much is happening right now. Something’s coming. I’m not sure what, but when it does come, I want to be as close as I can be.”

The quartet exchanged papers, and Fleur examined the headlines of each. Mystery Illness of Bartemius Crouch was one, and Ministry Witch Still Missing – Minister for Magic Now Personally Involved was another. There was also more than one article disparaging her and declaring her unworthy both as a Triwizard Champion and as Harry Potter’s girlfriend, but Fleur ignored those. Rita Skeeter had yet to write a single article about her that she cared to read.

“Rita really doesn’t like you, does she?” Sirius asked, looking at her.

“I doubt she cares much about me either way,” Fleur said. “I’m a veela, and I’m French. Articles about the foreign veela ensnaring the Boy-Who-Lived through dubious means would always sell papers. My poor performance in the Second Task, ending with Harry bringing my sister back from the lake when I failed to do so, merely gave her more to work with.”

“It’s rubbish,” Harry said roughly, shaking his head. “I never would’ve gotten anywhere if you hadn’t helped me with my swimming and taught me the Bubble-Head Charm.”

“Yes, thank you for that,” Sirius cut in, looking at her. “I asked Harry to thank you on my behalf, but since we’re finally speaking to each other, I want to thank you personally for helping Harry prepare for the task.”

“You are welcome,” Fleur said, smiling at Harry’s godfather. “But Harry knows that he can always expect me to help him however I can, just as I know I will always be able to depend on him when I need him. We are a team." It had taken her failure in the Second Task and Harry returning with Gabrielle for her to fully recognize the latter half of that equation, but she would never forget it now.

Sirius Black was still dirty and unkempt, and he hadn’t managed to wipe all of the chicken grease off of his chin. Nevertheless, the way he grinned while looking back and forth between her and Harry made Fleur feel good. She’d never met this man before entering this cave, but she recognized that look of approval well. It was similar to the smile her father would give her or Gabrielle when they’d shown their intelligence or performed a spontaneous act of selfless kindness.

“You know, I was pleased when Harry first mentioned you to me—and proud of him for landing a veela,” Sirius said playfully.

“As you should have been,” Fleur replied, smirking. She said it playfully, but it wasn’t as if she didn’t mean it, too. Sirius let out a barking laugh and shook his head.

“When he told me how much time you spent working with him to figure out his strategy for the Second Task and master the Bubble-Head Charm, I realized that he was even luckier to catch your eye than I first thought he was,” Sirius said more seriously. “You two working together like that shows me that you care about each other and support each other. I don’t know you beyond what Harry’s told me, and I haven’t been able to be there and be the godfather Harry needs, either. But it doesn’t take much to see what a pair you make.” Sirius rolled a chicken bone around in his fingers, staring off into the distance. “I’m worried about whatever is happening. We all know that whoever entered Harry’s name into the tournament didn’t do so because they’re up to anything good.”

“Clearly,” Fleur agreed. “If someone wants to harm Harry, they will have an angry, protective veela to deal with. I will fight with him and for him, just as he will fight for me. Whatever might happen, he won’t face it alone.” Hermione and Ron nodded in silent support, but they all knew that if someone attempted something during the last task remaining in the Triwizard Tournament, Fleur would be the one best positioned to stand beside Harry.

“Exactly,” Sirius said. He tossed the chicken bone aside and smiled. “Harry has fine taste in friends, as Ron and Hermione showed when they stood beside him in the Shrieking Shack last year and faced me down, thinking that I was a mass murderer there to kill him.” Hermione smiled, and Ron’s ears turned red as he looked down at his feet, embarrassed by the praise. Next, Sirius directed his smile at Fleur. “He has fine taste in girls as well, and not just because you’re as beautiful as you are. It’s a relief to me knowing that he’s got you on his side. I know that, whatever might be coming, you’re going to be there, standing beside him, helping him, and doing your best to protect him, just like Ron and Hermione have done for the last few years.”

“Yes,” Fleur agreed simply. She leaned against Harry’s side even more and reached out to take his hand in hers as well. “When a veela chooses a mate, it is for life. I will protect him, and he will protect me. If anyone wants to get to one of us, they will have to deal with both of us.” Sirius’ smile turned wistful and distracted as he looked at them and listened to Fleur’s earnest promise of support, and it made her wonder what he was thinking about.

“They sound so much like you two,” Sirius muttered under his breath, just loudly enough for Fleur to hear. He cleared his throat, shook his head, and spoke at a normal volume again. “I don’t know how much it means coming from me, with how rubbish I’ve been as a godfather, locked up in Azkaban for most of Harry’s life, but—”

“That wasn’t your fault, Sirius,” Harry cut in, shaking his head. “Pettigrew’s the one responsible for that.”

“Peter betrayed your parents, yes,” Sirius said. “But I was the one who saw red and ran after him rather than doing what I should have done, which was stay by your side.” He sighed and hung his head, rolling a chicken bone around in his fingers. “If I’d used my head instead of chasing revenge, so much could have been different.” He fell silent, but Harry didn’t seem to know what to say in response, and Ron and Hermione were whispering among themselves while looking over the copies of the Daily Prophet Sirius had held onto, so the silence stretched on until Sirius looked up again and focused on Fleur.

“Anyway, as I was saying, I can tell you’re good for Harry, and he seems to be good for you, too,” he said.

“He is,” Fleur said. She’d already been maintaining casual physical contact with Harry by pressing her side up against his and holding his hand, but now she set aside the issue of the Daily Prophet she was holding in her other hand and moved it around to rub his back. "If he was lucky to get me, I was just as lucky to get him." She saw Harry's ears turn red and noticed Hermione's smile out of the corner of her eye while she busied herself with the paper.

“And as long as you two have each other to rely on, that’s one less thing for me to worry about,” Sirius said, grinning. “It may not mean much coming from me, but for whatever it’s worth, I approve of your relationship.”

“Thank you,” Fleur said, smiling and tracing the back of Harry’s hand with her fingers while also stroking his back through his shirt. “It means more than you know.” Sirius may not have been able to play the role of godfather for all those years he’d been wrongfully imprisoned in Azkaban, but Fleur knew how important he was to Harry. His approval of her and of her relationship with his godson was the highlight of this Hogsmeade weekend, at least so far. She had an idea of something she wanted to do with Harry before they returned to the castle that might give it some competition, but for now, this was the best thing that had happened today.

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“So close,” Harry muttered, looking annoyed with himself as Fleur handed him his wand.

“It was close,” she agreed, reaching down to offer him her hand. Harry took it and allowed her to help him back to his feet. “Using your magic to knock over that suit of armor and distract me with the sound was a good idea. You’re getting more creative with your spells. If you’d chosen something other than the Disarming Charm as your follow-up, you might have won this time.” Indeed, Fleur had been able to react and put her shield up in time only because Harry was too reliant on trying to use the Disarming Charm to end their duels. The distraction was inspired, but the second half of his strategy was too recognizable to her, and that made all the difference in her being able to block it and defeat him shortly thereafter.

“Right.” Harry sighed and nodded his head. “I’m too predictable. I know.”

“But you’re becoming less so,” Fleur pointed out. “When we first started, you wouldn’t have thought to try that distraction before you attempted to disarm me. You’re starting to think of different ideas to try and keep me guessing. If we keep training like this for another month or so, and you continue to become less predictable and vary your strategies, I believe you’ll start winning at least as often as I do.”

She was trying to cheer him up, but she also happened to believe it. Her biggest advantage over him was that she had come in knowing a wider variety of spells than her boyfriend, understandably so since he was several years younger than her. Her larger selection of spells gave her a much wider variety of options on how to defeat him, and as a result, she won far more often than she lost. But he was already starting to narrow the gap after a month of these training duels. Before, he’d won maybe one duel out of every seven or eight. At this point, it was more like one out of every four. Even when he lost, their duels were usually more competitive than they had been at the start, when he’d come straight at her and been defeated quickly by spells he didn’t know and wasn’t prepared for.

“Not if you keep getting better, too,” Harry said.

“Yes, we are both improving,” she shrugged. “You’re learning more spells and getting more creative with how you use your magic, and I am casting my spells faster.” When she lost, it was usually because she didn’t react fast enough to whatever her mate threw at her. She might know more spells than Harry, but as predictable and one-dimensional as his attacks could be, his reactions and casting time were definitely better than hers. At the same time that she’d been teaching him spells and helping him think of new strategies in order to become harder to predict, training with him had helped Fleur improve the speed with which she reacted and her spells came out, thus allowing her to make more effective use of her knowledge of magic.

“We’re both getting better, which means these duels are doing exactly what we hope for them to do,” she said. “We’re pushing each other, learning together, and growing stronger. And when the Third Task comes, we will both be better prepared for it, whatever it is.”

The champions had yet to be told what the Third Task would involve, so she and Harry were focusing on general preparation. Being adaptable would serve them well no matter what they were expected to do during the final task of the tournament. That involved studying a wide array of magic, researching tasks from past tournaments trying to identify common themes to predict what they might have to deal with, and working on dueling opponents. Ron and Hermione joined them in the Room of Requirement to help them with that on occasion, offering some variety. But it was far more beneficial when Fleur and Harry dueled with each other and used what they’d learned to try and disarm or make the other submit.

“I guess you’ve got a point,” Harry said, nodding as he wiped some sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand. “Should we go again?”

“No, I think we've done enough for today," she said. She'd worked up a bit of a sweat herself, and she had an idea of how she wanted to freshen up. "By my count, I won seven duels this evening, and you won two. As we've established, that means that I get to choose how we spend the rest of our evening together."

“Right,” Harry said, smiling. This was how they kept their duels fun rather than tedious. Even though he’d only won the overall battle for the day and thus earned the right to choose on two occasions, Harry remained excited by that little perk. He knew that he would enjoy whatever it was that Fleur chose to do with her privilege as today’s victor. “What’s it gonna be today? Should I go ahead and get on my knees?”

“No, but I do like the way you think.” Tempting as it was to ask Harry to drop to his knees and put that wonderful hissing tongue to work, she had another idea in mind. “All that dueling, and the spell practice we did beforehand, has left me in need of a shower. And I find it so difficult to wash myself thoroughly in these cramped Hogwarts showers. I’d like you to join me so you can wash my back for me, Harry.”

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“Mmm, that feels good.” Fleur sighed and leaned back against Harry’s chest, enjoying the feeling of his soapy hands on her breasts.

Harry had started by washing her back for her, along with the back of her neck, her legs, her feet, and her derriere. But any pretext of this being about taking a shower was going away quickly with her standing there and sighing, encouraging him to keep squeezing her breasts. How long had his hands been on her chest now? Three minutes, perhaps even four? However long it had been, it was longer than she’d ever spent washing her chest when she took a shower on her own. That, of course, was the point. The two of them did need a shower after the effort they’d put in with their preparation after a day of classes, but their bodies getting clean was merely a side benefit to their fun.

Fleur wiggled against him, rubbing her wet body against his, grinding her perfect rear against his groin as he groped her breasts. Harry groaned, and his right hand left her chest to slide lower down her body. He didn’t even pretend to be worried about washing her belly. His hand dove straight between her legs, and his fingers rubbed her inner thigh and grazed her labia. Fleur moaned and wiggled, allowing him to tease her for a few seconds before making her demand.

“Touch me, Harry.” That was all it took to get him to start touching her sex directly, but she didn’t think that her status as the victor of today’s duels had much to do with that. Harry would have wanted to touch her and make her moan no matter who won. He rubbed up and down her outer pussy lips with his index and middle fingers, stroking her with the perfect amount of pressure to get her excited enough to moan and hump against his hand. She’d taught him well. But she wasn’t going to sit back and bask in her lover touching her just because she’d won.

While Harry was rubbing her sex, Fleur moved her hips forward slightly to leave her enough room to reach behind her and grab Harry's cock, which she'd already felt hardening against her back and arse. It was slightly awkward to try and grip him and stroke him like this, but it wasn't like she didn't know what she was doing. All it took to get him moaning was a few moments of rubbing her thumb against his cockhead and a bit of friction while sliding her hand up and down his shaft, aided by the natural lubricant of the shower. Fleur didn’t need to face or look at her mate to know how to please him, and she reminded him of that by jerking his dick and rubbing his balls while he stroked her pussy. Using only their hands, they were able to have each other groaning and squirming in the shower quickly. Fleur knew that they could probably both make each other cum if they kept this up for much longer, but she could think of better ways to spend their shower. Before she could actually suggest it, though, Harry beat her to it.

“Is now a better time for me to get on my knees?” he asked her, catching her by surprise.

“I knew I liked the way you think,” she said, taking her hand off of his dick. She’d been about to suggest that he fuck her in the shower, but she liked the idea of him eating her out in the shower very much. “Yes, Harry.” She turned around to face him and gave his chest a kiss. “Please get on your knees for me, mon amour.”

Harry quickly dropped to his knees on the shower floor and brought his face between her legs, eager to lick her. He gave incredible head, but equally incredible was how much he enjoyed tasting her and pleasing her. Harry didn't need to be encouraged to get his face in there and lick her because he was nearly as excited to eat her out as she was to have him on his knees for her, if that was possible. He didn't need anything from her to know what he needed to be doing and what her body was ready for. His tongue licked at her pussy lips to get her ready for more, and once she was ready, it ran in the same circles around her clit that it had covered dozens of times in the past by this point. He’d never eaten her out in the shower before, but the new location and the water dripping down her body did nothing to affect Harry’s oral skill in any negative way. He was too good, too eager, and knew her too well.

The setting didn’t hurt Harry’s performance, but it did give Fleur a fresh visual to appreciate. Standing there in the shower with the water cascading down their bodies and watching her boyfriend kneeling on the shower floor to service her made Fleur feel like she’d won a prize far greater than the glory, the trophy, and the thousand galleon prize that would come with winning the Triwizard Tournament. She’d come to Hogwarts hoping to prove herself and find the respect that most people tried to deny her as a veela, but she had instead found a lover who eagerly volunteered to get down on his knees and worship her body in the shower. She’d found her mate, and this view of him ignoring the discomfort of the hard shower floor against his knees and working through the water washing all over them so he could pleasure her with his mouth had Fleur feeling like a veela goddess. He didn’t even need to employ his parseltongue hissing to lick her to a satisfying climax.

He didn’t need to pull out the parseltongue trick, but he did it anyway. Fleur had been moaning in appreciation and rapidly approaching her orgasm as it was, but Harry bringing his tongue to her clit and treating her to the exquisite vibrations that came any time he hissed like this shot her straight to the top of the mountain. She screeched something in French that was barely comprehensible even to her, pushed on the back of his head to get his face in even closer, and trembled as the pleasure erupted. Fleur’s knees shook during her massive squirting climax, and she might have slipped and fallen in the shower if Harry’s head hadn’t been there for her to hang on to. By the time her knees finally stopped shaking and she could stand on her own, there was only one thing on her mind.

“Fuck me, Harry.” She practically growled as she said it, and her eyes flashed when she pushed Harry’s face back and saw him licking his lips and staring up at her through aroused eyes and flushed cheeks. While he hurried to get up from his knees, Fleur turned around, put her back to him again, and pushed her hands against the shower wall. She leaned forward, stuck her butt out, and spread her legs wider, inviting him to come and claim her.

Harry hastened to take her up on her offer. She felt his hand on her hip and his tip at her entrance for maybe a second before it slammed into her. It was a rough, artless penetration, and that was exactly what Fleur wanted. Harry had blossomed into an amazing lover under her tutelage, and she knew that he would have done anything she asked him to do even if he’d been the one who won their duels today. He would have spent hours eating her out if that was what she asked him to do, licking her to orgasm after orgasm until she couldn’t stand anymore and had to ask him to carry her back to the Beauxbatons carriage.

She could have asked for all of that, but she’d gotten enough of him on his knees for the time being. This was what she wanted right now. She wanted the slapping of Harry's hips against her butt as he held her hips and fucked her from behind in the shower. She wanted to hear his groans as he gave her everything he had. That time spent on his knees had gotten him fit to burst, and now he was unleashing all of that desire on her with quick thrusts. Logically, with the water dripping off of their bodies, it would have made more sense for him to take his time and make sure that his thrusts were even and smooth. But Harry thrust away, not caring about their wet bodies or the slick shower floor beneath their feet. Whether it was skill or luck, nothing got in Harry’s way or slowed him down as he fucked her.

Harry was doing an admirable job as it was, but he surprised her by pulling his right hand off of her hip, moving it around between her legs, and guiding his fingers to her clit. She gasped at his fingers circling her clit, adding to the pleasure of his cock moving briskly back and forth in her sex. She’d been thinking about him getting his pleasure when she demanded that he fuck her, but she should have anticipated that he would focus on making sure that she was right there with him, enjoying it all. She'd already been enjoying their shower sex as it was, but his hand teasing her had Fleur moaning with every thrust and every stroke of his fingers.

“Yes, Harry!” she cried. “Yes, so good!” It did not take long for him to take her from not caring whether or not she came again to moaning and hoping that he could keep this coming long enough to get her to a second climax before they left the shower.

By now, she couldn’t say she was surprised that Harry ignored his own obvious need and made sure that she was along for the ride. His quick thrusts obviously caused his pleasure to build and brought him closer to breaking, but Harry was determined to get her off again, and he wasn’t going to give in until he’d done it. As his thrusts built and his hand expertly teased her, Fleur’s second wave of bliss rushed up and swiftly hit.

“Oui!” she shouted, moaning and thrusting her hips and butt back to meet him, making their connection even more impactful as she came. Harry groaned and pulled his hand out from between her legs to grab her hip again, knowing he’d already done what he needed to do for her. He also may have needed to grab her hips with both hands to hold on as he came hard. She could certainly understand if he felt weak in the knees during an orgasm like this. Fleur let out another cry of excitement and pleasure as Harry finished inside her and filled her with his cum. She was glad he'd gotten what he deserved during their shower and also pleased that he'd made sure to get her to the end a second time before their shower was over.

She may have been the winner today, but surely Harry felt victorious as well as they finished up in the shower. Fleur and her mate got better with every duel, and if it was possible, they seemed to keep getting better at this, too.