The Veela’s Champion Epilogue I

It was a mad scramble on platform nine and three-quarters as the Hogwarts Express prepared to leave the station. Parents rushed to get their children onboard, all while making sure their children had whatever items needed to leave home. Oversized trunks, owl cages, and cat carriers were taken in hand by children as they boarded the ancient steam train.

Away from the masses of people stood a family that drew quite a bit of attention, and despite the chaos taking place, some still found the time to glance over at the beautiful family.

The first noticeable thing about them was the assortment of beautiful blonde bombshells, each being the embodiment of every man’s wet dream. It didn’t matter if they were tall or short, overly buxom or fit, or even young or mature, the group of women were all fit to be supermodels.

Yet if one was to look closer, they would notice two dark heads of hair, with one of which being a very recognizable wizard who’s name was known throughout the world. He was the man who defeated the Dark Lord as only a baby, and then again when he was only a student at Hogwarts. He was the victor of the Triwizard Tournament along with his wife, having completed the Third Task and defeated a returned Dark Lord all in one afternoon.

“Do you have everything, girls?” Harry Potter addressed his daughters, not appearing intimidating whatsoever as one would imagine.

He looked over his four daughters happily, seeing that for the first time, all four of them would be at Hogwarts together. The oldest, Violet, was going to be the Head Girl as she entered her seventh and final year. After her came the twins, Lyra and Isobel, who were each in Ravenclaw for their 5th year. And finally there was Harry and Fleur’s youngest daughter, Lily, who took after Harry the most, and was entering Hogwarts for her first year.

The vision he had of his future family during his fourth year of Hogwarts had played out in a similar way to what he had imagined, albeit with some differences.

Violet’s looks were like Harry and Fleur’s combined, with Fleur’s curvy body that went with her long blonde hair, yet she also inherited Harry’s green eyes. The twins, Lyra and Isobel, took after Fleur completely, looking like younger, identical clones of their mother. As for Lily, she had managed to inherit both Harry’s green eyes as well as his dark hair, something that Fleur’s Veela genes didn’t manage to overwrite.

“Daddy, quit asking us that!” His youngest daughter pouted. “You’re making me nervous!”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Harry Potter smiled. “I just didn’t want your mother to have to mail you girls anything... again.”

“Oui, that I why I helped them pack.” His Veela wife put her hands on her hips as she looked over her four daughters. “Now, do we need to go over ze rules one more time?”

“No boys, no using our allure, and no fire.” Their oldest daughter, Violet, finished with a sigh. “That last one I might actually need to deal with boys. As for the first two, why would I need them when Dad’s, you know…”

She glanced over at him with a blush, one that left Harry strangely confused. All while Fleur held a knowing look on her face. “Oui, we shall talk about such things after you graduate.”

Violet nodded, determination suddenly lining her features, all while Harry continued to feel befuddled. ‘What are they talking about?’

“Dad, can we see Uncle Dudley and Chloe over Yule break?” Lyra suddenly asked.

Fleur had invited Harry’s cousin and his girlfriend to her family’s Chateau in the summer after the Triwizard Tournament. Ever since it had become tradition for Dudley and his girlfriend-now wife-to visit them at the Delacour Chateau in the summer. And as the years went by, with Harry and Fleur having kids, Dudley and Chloe had become important family which they spent almost every holiday with.

“Of course.” Harry smiled. “Now, I believe it’s time for all of you to get aboard. I’d hate for you to miss the train like I did in my second year.”

“Wait, you missed the train?” Lyra’s twin sister, Isobel, looked horrified. “Why haven’t I heard of this?”

The train’s horn sounded for the final time then, causing the group of girls to hastily scramble for their trunks else they miss the train. They all gave their parents rushed hugs, before turning and rushing to board the train as it finally began to leave the station. All while Harry and his wife just stood and watched with happy smiles on their faces.

“Just think, this will be the only year at Hogwarts where they’re all together.” Harry thought out loud, seeing as their oldest daughter was entering her seventh year while Lily was only beginning her first.

“They have each other, and will be fine.” Fleur replied easily. “If need be, Lily will have the twins for support. That’s not to mention our oldest will return to us next year.”

He paused, remembering the strange interaction with his oldest daughter earlier. “What was that whole thing with Violet?”

Fleur smiled, before letting out a laugh. His wife then rubbed his bicep through his robes, as if to emphasize how in-shape he was. “It’s hard for her to find a man could possibly measure up to her father, mon amour.”

“What?” Harry blinked, feeling taken back.

“You’ve always been so resistant to Veela allure, and not to mention how kind yet also dominant you are.” Fleur praised him. “It’s no wonder our girls worship their father, when he makes every other man look small in comparison.”

“Heh, I think you’re overestimating things.” Harry tried to laugh Fleur’s words off, yet deep down he knew what she was talking about. His wife had practically thrown herself at him in their younger years, and it wasn’t hard to imagine what the reaction of his Veela daughters would be. Even now, witches nearby on the platform were eyeing him like a piece of meat, a fact that was becoming apparent as there were no children to focus on.

“They don’t give up, do they?” Fleur glared at the assortment of witches staring at her husband.

It was strange how the dynamics of their relationship changed from hormonal boys loosing all sense at the sight of Fleur, to witches now throwing themselves at Harry. And while he had been a celebrity in his younger years, being the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry’s fame since the Triwizard Tournament had skyrocketed to a level he thought unimaginable.

It wasn’t just Fleur who was constantly asked out by other men when she went out alone, as Harry was often propositioned. Witches barely out of Hogwarts, models, and even married women had asked him for sex on numerous awkward occasions, and it had even happened with his daughters present. Yet Harry had no motivation to make his Veela wife upset, especially when said wife was a monster in the bedroom.

“I think it’s time we head back.” He said, knowing exactly what he and Fleur were going to do once they got home, especially without the girls being around.

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The Great Hall shimmered beneath the enchanted ceiling, clouds moving lazily across a dusky night sky. Candles floated in midair, casting golden light onto hundreds of curious faces. At the far end of the room, the Sorting Hat sat atop its old wooden stool, still and crumpled like a forgotten bit of laundry… until it suddenly sprang to life and sang a long, meandering song.

Lily Potter barely heard a word of it. Nor did she hear any of the names of students called up to be sorted afterwards.

Her stomach was fluttering with nerves, her palms damp. She stood near the front of the first-year line, shoes polished to a perfect shine, her cloak just slightly askew, and the weight of her name pressing down on her more than ever before.

“Potter, Lily!” Eventually called the aging Headmistress, a woman who was probably still teaching when her parents were in school.

Whispered conversations erupted around the Great Hall then, and Lily could only wonder what it was like when Violet first started Hogwarts. Luckily, it seemed that the crowd was used to seeing members of the Potter family, and another Potter was hardly a surprise.

Lily took a deep breath and stepped forward, her boots clicking against the stone floor. She sat down on the old wooden stool, and the Sorting Hat slipped over her head.

“Ah, yes.” Said the Hat, its voice sounding out inside her head. “Another Potter. Been a few years since I had one of you… and already I see you’re more tangled than most. Clever like the Ravenclaw, loyal like the Puff. You’ve got courage, no doubt, though you hide it under doubt and second-guessing. But there’s something else…”

She didn’t respond. Her throat was dry. She could feel the room’s eyes on her, even through the fabric.

“You’re ambitious, aren’t you? Not for fame, like some, but for purpose. You want to prove you’re more than a name. More than the last of four sisters. More than just Harry Potter’s favorite daughter.”

Lily’s breath hitched, as the hat seemed to pluck her deepest and darkest desire straight from her mind.

“Tell me.” The Hat spoke slowly. “Do you want to be great?”

She swallowed her hesitation. ‘Yes.’

The Hat chuckled. “Then it better be… SLYTHERIN!”

A/N:

I’ve split the Epilogue into two chapters, with the next one being Harry/Fleur marriage smut which is out now.

This story was a fun change of pace, and more Fleur/Harry pairings will continue in most of my other works