The Broken Promise

Chapter 32: The Broken Promise

"You have improved so much in the short time. Colour me impressed." Harry praised as he approached Fleur, who was tiredly lying on her back on the floor of the room of requirement.

"Good to hear that." Fleur managed, trying not to fall unconscious. Today's exercise was a bit different. It wasn't the normal routine where Fleur bombarded Harry with spells and he easily weaved through them. No, this time Harry had retaliated, he had fought back. Since Harry was also duelling this time, Fleur didn't just lose one time but lost dozens of times. She fought and lost, and again fought and lost, and then again fought and lost and so on and on it went until she lost for the final time, not even having energy to move after that. Which was her present state.

Harry crouched beside her, his face hovering over hers. A playful smile formed on his lips.

"Eww. You really stink, Fleur. You are totally drenched in sweat. I never knew Veela could smell so bad." Harry teased, flicking a drop of sweat from her forehead with his finger. Fleur opened her beautiful blue eyes and shot him a glare.

"I don't stink." she growled and defended her pride, though due to her tired state it only came out as a mumble. Harry chuckled and snapped his fingers, drying her instantly and applied some freshening charms. Fleur just nodded her thanks and closed her eyes.

"I don't think I can move. I don't have a single ounce of energy left. My muscles are having spasms from all the work."

"Hmm. I can solve that for you. I can pump my Deus into you which will act as a source of energy for you until your body recuperates naturally. But…"

He paused.

"But?" Fleur asked impatiently, still not opening her eyes.

"But I have to place my hand on your heart. And skin to skin contact is absolutely necessary for the technique to work. So...I have to slip my hand inside your t-shirt and bra and place it over your left boob where the heart usually is and then pass on the energy. Heart is the most important centre of the body afterall." Harry answered with a straight innocent face. Fleur finally opened her eyes and gave him an incredulous look.

"Really?"

"Of course not. I was just having you on." Harry laughed, grabbing her left hand and clasping it between his hands. And started transferring some energy to her. Their hands shone with gold lights as mist of that same colour swirled around the joined hands. Fleur stared at the wondrous sight with awe. A minute later, Fleur felt immensely rejuvenated. She shot him a smile of gratitude. Harry grinned down at her and stood up, dragging her on her feet as well.

"Feeling Good?" he asked, looking smugly at her and standing tall. It looked extremely funny since Fleur was a head taller than him. She giggled at that thought. Harry can act mature or childish however much he likes but his height still showed his physical age.

"Many women crave my touch. Such is the power and fame of it. Consider yourself lucky, Veela, that you have experienced the magical touch of Harry Potter." He continued haughtily, his finger slowly tracing her cheekbone. She pushed off his hand.

"Stop that! You sound ridiculous." Fleur groaned, smacking his shoulder.

"I definitely don't." he pouted.

"Whatever makes you sleep better." she smirked, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. It was both an act of affection as well condescension which was proved from her next statement.

"You are so tiny, Harry. Your head barely comes up to my neck. You are so cute." she said mirthfully, pulling him at her side as they started walking away from the room of requirement. His eyes narrowed as he looked up, mildly glaring at her.

"I regret giving you energy. It might have been better if I had just carried you to your carriage bridal style, prompting all sorts of naughty rumours. Can you imagine? Harry Potter tired Fleur Delacour so much that she fell unconscious!" Harry chuckled. Fleur facepalmed at his crude humour and conceded defeat.

~~~

Harry sat in the audience seat again, with Astoria and Iris on either side of him. Fleur was seated on Astoria's other side. The seating arrangements of their group were the same as yesterday.

The second round ended with 10 more contestants exiting the tournament. Now 11 contenders proceeded to the third round. 10 of whom were victors, who won in the second round fairly, showing their skills in defeating their enemy while one boy from Durmstrang won the lucky draw and got directly into the third round. The judges decided to conduct the third round the same day since the second round finished quickly, giving them enough time for the third round.

In the third round, after many matches, four students finally got into the semi final round. The tournament was stopped after that, the sun was sinking behind the horizon showing the lateness of the evening.

Tomorrow would be the day in which the champion of the single duels would be decided. The four students who got into the semi finals were Jasmine Zinan, Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis and Lugh Forrest who was a boy from Beauxbatons.

During all these matches, Daphne and Tracey easily earned their victory with unique ideas and amazing skills. Jasmine on the other hand was a powerhouse and used her power in a simple and direct way, overpowering her opponents ruthlessly. And she didn't even use her Deus once throughout these two matches.

The final matches will be played tomorrow. And Harry was very intrigued to see those duels.

"Today's duels were so great. Daphne and Tracey won with minimum effort." Astoria said, standing up since it was time to go back to the castle.

"Hmm. Daphne's illusion spell was entertaining. It was hilarious seeing that boy jumping up and down as if the duelling stage was lava." Harry smirked, his eyes on the two girls approaching them, the same girls who were being discussed right now.

"Today's performances were truly amusing. And Tracey, Did you really have to bury that french girl in the pile of transfigured shite? Not that I am complaining or anything. I am just surprised that you would humiliate someone." Harry told her as she and Daphne stopped in front of them. The other girls also stared at her, curious to know the reason.

"She was annoying me." Tracey shrugged, her cheeks reddening from embarrassment. The others shared amused looks at that. It wasn't easy making Tracey angry. They could just imagine what that girl must have said to get that reaction from the usually kind and compassionate Tracey.

And even after their insistent demands, Tracey didn't reveal what made her so angry at that girl.

~~~

Harry was still awake after midnight. Iris' naked body beside his own body was a special luxury he was always grateful for. Though strangely he wasn't thinking about his beautiful redhead sister around whose chest his arm was wrapped loosely, around whose back his chest and hips were pressed against.

No, tonight his mind was on some serious matters. The matters pertaining to the things which could destroy his long held control of his surroundings. His mind was filled with different scenarios where Jasmine ruined his special plans. Where she ruined his vision. And that truly annoyed him. She needed to be immediately dealt with. She was a great threat to his future plans.

Over all of this, Voldemort also needed to be taken care of. Till now, Harry was too lax in dealing with him. Letting the dark lord continue his nefarious plans. But that laxness was also a part of his bigger plans. He hadn't forgotten the reason why he and Iris were orphans. He hadn't forgotten the murderer who killed his parents. No, Harry Potter hadn't forgotten him even for a second. But the end result of his plans will etch his name in the history of humanity forever. The end result will make everyone fear the wrath of Harry Potter. The end result will make him immortal in the minds of people. No one will be able to forget him after that. So, leaving the dark lord for now was worth it.

That was how he was thinking before but now he has to change some things.

Harry remained still, his face on Iris' neck, mentally rifling through various ideas and discarding most of it. Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped up in his head. A vile idea, an evil idea but a brilliant idea nonetheless.

He decided on the next steps of his plans and he would go through it. No matter how low he had to stoop to achieve his goal.

"Sorry, little Harry. It is just for once. I promise. I won't break the rules ever again. Just this once." He mumbled, his eyes growing misty at the thought of breaking his promise to himself. He felt he was breaking something too important, something he shouldn't do but his mind was made and he won't change it now.

He was a monster. He had thought he had changed. He had thought that after befriending Daphne and Tracey, after meeting Iris, after curing Astoria, he had really changed. That he had become more human, more kind, more empathic. But nothing has changed. He was still the cruel kid who daily tortured his relatives for the sake of his amusement. Nothing has changed. Nothing. And Harry hated that. He hated being this cold and calculative. He hated reverting to his old self. He hated choosing the easier path.

~~~

Fleur was having a nice dream. A very pleasant dream. And as usual, it was about sex. She was having sex with a handsome boy. He had the most beautiful shade of green eyes she had ever seen. And considering that Fleur had seen some of the best green eyes on Veelas, that was a big compliment.

Currently her face and her chest was pressed against the bathroom's white tiled walls, making her round and curvy arse pop out towards the green eyed boy. The aforementioned boy was fucking her hard and fast, just the way she liked, from behind while gripping her ass with his both hands. Fleur clung to the wall, her cheeks rubbing on the smooth wall as his hips slammed on her arse with loud slapping sounds. Those same sounds were echoing in the bathroom along with Fleur's cries and moans.

"YES! AHH! FASTER! HARDER!" she screamed as the boy took her like the way she always wanted. She was close, so close to the mind-numbing climax when her dreams shattered as the very same boy of her dreams woke her up in the real world.

A hand came up and muffled her surprised scream. Bright green eyes stared at her, which belonged to the person standing beside her bed. For a second she couldn't distinguish between the dream and reality.

Why was this boy standing beside her bed? What happened to the beautiful bathroom where she and this boy were having the most amazing sex? And the biggest question, why was he dressed? Why wasn't he naked?

If she was rational and not horny then she would have become alert quickly and be more scared but then again she was a 17 year old Veela, a sexual creature who had never experienced anything sexual since ever. And that dream was one of the best she was having. She really needed to get laid.

"Don't scream. I am Harry. Remember, the handsome boy who you spend your every morning with."

And with that, her dream vanished, the memory of it now becoming more hazy and more blurry. She was fully awake now and was staring at him in confusion. He pulled his hand back slowly. His other hand conjured a white light which filled the room.

"Harry? What are you doing in my room? And at this hour?" she hissed, sitting up, leaning on the headboard of the bed and looking at him suspiciously.

"Nice lingerie by the way. Looks super sexy on you. Look at those big beautiful titties! Damn, I never knew that you have boobs that can rival even Tracey's." Harry teased, ignoring her question.

Fleur resisted the urge to blush and hide herself behind the comforter which she had thrown on the floor in her sleep.

'I am Veela. I am not going to act like a nervous teenager. I am not going to let him embarrass me.' she decided and just gave him a bland look, not hiding and puffing out her chest instead. She smirked when his gaze flicked at her breasts. The sexy purple bra added more allure to her tits, tight on all the right curves.

"Harry, why are you here?" she asked again. And with that question, his playful mood vanished and his eyes met hers, giving her a serious look.

"I need you. I have some tasks to complete. I am hoping that you will give me some company." he answered, shrugging his shoulders. She gave him a curious look but slid off of her bed nonetheless and started dressing quickly, meanwhile enjoying his gaze on her body.

Finally, she stood in black shirt and black pants.

"So, what is the mission?" she queried, not asking any other unnecessary questions. This must be an important mission if he was disturbing her at this ungodly hour.

Harry smiled warmly at her, loving how much she trusted him.

"This mission will set up the play for the script I have been writing since the start of my fourth year. And if you prove yourself to me then I will give you something which you always craved for. Fame and Respect."

"Oh, that sounds interesting." Fleur replied, smirking, not hiding her excitement. She grabbed his hand and raised her eyebrow delicately.

"What are you waiting for, mon cher? Let's go."

Harry chuckled and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before they vanished in golden lights.

~~~

Jasmine's parents were sleeping blissfully in their bedroom, just in their underwear, having earlier enjoyed the coupling with each other, unaware of the approaching devil. The woman who was Jasmine's mother was wrapped around the man who identified himself as Jasmine's father.

This sight would have been sweet and heartwarming for the people who didn't know about the couple's past. Afterall how many married couples still loved each other so dearly in their late thirties? But the woman's arms were snaking around the man's hand tightly, too tightly, as if it was the only thing making her feel safe. And even the man himself seemed tense in his sleep.

This couple were broken people who hadn't felt safe in years. These were the people whose shoulders were on the verge of breaking from all the guilt laden on it. Even now, the beautiful woman's eyelids were moving as if she was having a nightmare. She made a whimpering sound in her sleep and pressed her face on her husband's shoulder, hiding from phantom enemies.

These were the people who have changed for the better. Who have changed to give a safe and comfortable future for their daughter. Even if that meant sacrificing another innocent kid for their daughter's safety.

How unlucky was that the 'innocent' kid was none other than Harry Potter. How unlucky was that their decision to harm this very boy would be the end of them.

Alas, that was the fate of this broken couple who were trying to mend themselves by securing a happy life for their daughter. Death was the only thing waiting for the people who were against Harry Potter.

~~~

He had visited the Gryffindor fourth year's girls' dormitory before giving Fleur a visit. He hadn't used his Deus on the sleeping Jasmine this time. After knowing that she was somewhat immune to his power he was very careful not to use it on her. So instead he had stood by Hermione's bed and put his palm on her forehead, going through her memories, trying to find the place where Jasmine lived, trying to see what else she knew about Jasmine.

'A personal diary!' he had nodded, that would help him greatly to see what was going on inside Jasmine's mind. He then had used his Deus to find her diary and started quickly going through it. He had stood there in the room of sleeping girls while reading the diary of his friend, violating her privacy and the use of his Deus on Hermione also added to his guilt. But in the end, he had been glad that he had done that, otherwise he wouldn't have known that Jasmine was indeed going to go against him on her parents' orders.

The diary had helped him greatly to understand Jasmine. It had filled the gaps in his mind about her history and her personality. It had made him realise what made her tick.

A tired and self-deprecating smile had graced his lips as he then had a clear plan to keep Jasmine under his control, under his thumb.

'I used the Deus on Hermione, I violated her privacy. And she isn't even related to all this mess. Talk about being an awful friend.'

Now he stood in front of the normal looking house of Jasmine with Fleur standing beside him.

"This is Jasmine's parents' house. And I am going to kill them." Harry announced emotionlessly. Fleur's eyes widened in surprise but she said nothing and just nodded.

"Your role in all this will be simple. You will be just a witness. A witness to remind me of the cruel things I have done to a friend after breaking a promise to myself. This will be the one and only time I am going to go against a friend. The only time I am breaking my own promise and rule. You are the one I am trusting to remind me always of the consequences of breaking a promise." Harry expanded on his previous statement. His tone was tender and vulnerable. Fleur pulled him in a hug instantly.

"Are you okay, Harry?" she asked in his ear, her voice full of concern. He was acting so strange and she barely understood what he was saying. There was a reason why he had chosen Fleur as a companion for tonight. He could have chosen any of his girls whether it be Iris, Daphne, Tracey or Astoria. They would have come with him. They would have been his witness. But for that he needed to tell them his plans. For that he needed to show his monstrous side to them. And after considering this, only Daphne was still eligible for coming tonight but Daphne wasn't only his girlfriend, she was Tracey's too and he didn't want to bring her in a situation where she had to keep a secret from Tracey. And thus it only left Fleur who was quickly becoming a dear friend of his. And seeing that she was a monster too, she was the perfect companion for the night.

"I will be. Let's finish this. We have another task after this." Harry replied, pulling away and giving her a small smile. She again just nodded.

They appeared inside the bedroom with a flash of golden lights.

"Just stand here." Harry ordered Fleur and then walked to the bed to see that the couple were in a restless sleep. He applied his Deus in all of the room, controlling everything and everyone inside here. He placed his hand on Jasmine's mother's head and went through her memories. He grimaced when he pulled back his hand.

'Can't even make an excuse that these two are evil people. They are loyal and good parents caught between a rock and a hard place. And using me was their easiest and safest way to achieve freedom, at least according to them.' he heaved a sigh and stepped back, glancing at them for the last time before killing them. He pulled the comforter on the half naked bodies of the couple, hiding their faces beneath it. He snapped his fingers and a gun materialised in his hand.

'I am sorry that it came to this. But I am more important than your child. I am more important than everyone.' he apologised mentally and riddled their bodies with bullets. The bedroom echoed with the loud sounds of gunshots. He didn't even give them time to scream as he continued firing the gun until it was out of ammo. Red circles started forming on the white comforter as the bodies started bleeding.

Without giving them another glance, he wrote a note and put it on the bedside table.

Traitors deserve the darkest hell. We are coming for you experiment number 786.

-Peculiars

"Let's go, we have to visit Voldemort next." he announced, his tone showing no remorse or regret. Fleur who was soundlessly 'witnessing' the crime gave him a horrified look upon hearing that.

"Voldemort?"

And then Harry started explaining everything to her and even revealed things he hadn't told his girls yet. His goals, his vision, his plan, everything. Fleur was diligently listening to him. And as she kept listening, the ecstatic feeling that her decision to follow Harry was the best decision of her life, filled her body. And this was the instance that Fleur Delacour became more than just a dear friend to Harry. This was the instance when Harry decided to give her immortality too.

~~~

An hour later, after teleporting Fleur to her carriage, Harry came back to his room. He undressed quickly and lay beside Iris, pulling her extra tight tonight.

'That's it. The one time I will break my promise to little Harry is done. And I even brought Fleur to see that so she can keep me from breaking my promise again. I can't even trust myself now. At least I got the third artefact of death. It was the only good news of tonight. Who knew Voldemort's ancestor had the resurrection stone all along.'

Everything was set. Every horcrux was destroyed. Now only the babymort remained, who would be taken care of after the third task.

"So you finally have all of the deathly hallows." Lady Death smiled for the first time, sitting on a comfy sofa. Harry nodded stiffly and sat on a chair in front of her.

"You will summon me in the morning then?" she asked. Harry shook his head.

"No. I won't summon you before the end of the third task. I will summon you when my own goals are finished." Harry answered. A frown appeared on the Lady's face.

"And what are those goals exactly? You have been very tight lipped about it." she asked. Harry just chuckled.

"I am not going to spoil the mystery. You will know along with everyone when the time is right." he responded. Lady Death just sighed.

"I hope you are not going to back out of the deal now." she said, giving him an intense look.

"Of course not. Your deal is very good and I don't have any wish to break it. That is if you are not trying to fool me or deceive me." Harry smiled dangerously. Lady Death just rolled her eyes. Harry was quite liking this new emotive version of the goddess.

"I have been honest with you all along. Now it's up to you if you want to believe me or not. You are allowed to believe anything you want to."

"Fine. I will summon you when my own goals are achieved after the third task." he smiled.

"I hope you haven't forgotten the sacrifice. You will need to sacrifice to become immortal and make others immortal." she warned.

"Don't worry. I remember the sacrifice. And due to that very reason I am not becoming immortal tomorrow. I need my Deus to make my dreams reality." he shrugged. She smiled brightly.

"So you have guessed the thing you have to sacrifice then."

"Indeed I have."