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Of Fleurritos And Pillows
Author's Note: This story is a part of the "Rescued" universe.
I don't Harry Potter and related characters, etc.
Of Fleurritos...
Off the coast of Tinworth, Cornwall lies the small Potter Family cottage. Alone on a cliff, overlooking the sea, visitors often described it as a "lonely and beautiful place". And; yet, once entering the house, there was a feeling of warmth and friendship that seemed to permeate the entire house.
Harry Potter; however, loved the isolation of the area as it kept himself and his wife away from prying eyes. The cottage had been gifted to them by Arthur and Molly Weasley as a wedding present.
Harry was in his kitchen preparing dinner for the night. Ever since Fleur had gotten pregnant, she had been increasingly hungry; she also never quite lost her disdain for English food. "Shitty English food", she would often remark.
Harry smiled at the memory and wondered where she learned that curse word from. Definitely Ginny, Harry thought to himself. Surprisingly, Fleur and Ginny Weasley had gotten close to each other, to the point that Fleur considered Ginny a second sister. After Fleur had brought Harry back from Privet Drive and during the time they stayed at Grimmauld, Ginny defended Fleur from Hermione's sarcastic remarks about Veela. An act which earned Fleur's gratitude and trust.
Harry placed a bookmark on the page of the Mexican cookbook where he found the burrito recipe. The cookbook had been a gift from Ginny Weasley for his birthday. "You need to broaden your horizons," she told Harry, knowing Fleur's disdain for British food. Ginny had gotten the cookbook during a Quidditch match in America. At that moment, Fleur waddled into the kitchen and she glared at her husband.
"'Arry! Zis baby is 'ungry! She wants some of zat shitty English food," Fleur yelled at her husband.
"Nope, we're not having any of that ‘shitty English food’," Harry replied, trying not to laugh as he used air quotes. "Tonight, we're having burritos!"
"Burritos?" Fleur asked with a frown. "What is zat?" Fleur then glared at her husband, "Did you just use air quotes?"
"It's a dish from Mexico. Trust me, you'll love it!" Harry said with a laugh as he set the dinner table. After he helped Fleur settle into a chair, she took her first bite of this 'burrito'. Her eyes widened and she wolfed down the burrito with gusto. Harry laughed at the sight and thought to himself, Victory .
After dinner, Harry carefully led his pregnant wife to the sofa where she laid down, wrapped herself up in a blanket and began reading one of her favourite books.
Fleur noticed her husband staring at her with a weird smile. "What? Do I have somezing on my face?" Harry laughed as Fleur began to run her fingers across her beautiful face.
"No, love, you all wrapped up in a blanket like that makes you look like a burrito..." Harry said with a smile, "I think I'll call you 'Fleurrito'..."
Harry laughed as he dodged a pillow thrown at him by his wife. Laughter could be heard throughout the house as Harry dodged a volley of pillows thrown at him by his giggling wife.
Later that week, Harry met up with his best friend Ron who was working at the joke shop. Ron looked at Harry as he walked in and asked, "How was your weekend?"
Harry replied with a grin, "Fantastic! We made a Fleurrito on Sunday."
...and Pillows
After Harry's twin chiclets were born, Harry began an unusual tradition...
It all started innocently, you see. Harry began collecting feathers when Fleur would sometimes shift into her Veela form during their "private" times. Harry found them to be rather soft and exquisite when he felt them the first time after Fleur had changed during their love-making. The moment he touched the first feather, he knew what he was going to do with them.
Fleur found the sight amusing and asked her husband, "'Arry? What are you doing wiz zose?"
Harry replied with a grin, "Pillows, love!"
Fleur giggled and let a few more feathers drop as she watched her husband pick them up. Silly, leetle boy, Fleur thought to herself with a loving smile.
Indeed, Harry made a few pillows from the feathers he had collected.There were a couple that he kept in a lounge chair in his office at Hogwarts. His personal office would soon gain a reputation that it seemed to radiate a warmth and welcome not found in other professor's offices. Rather than become an Auror, he accepted the position of DADA Professor when it was offered to him by Headmistress McGonagall.
Harry also collected the feathers his two daughters or chiclets (he adored that term), Victoire and Émilie, would drop when he and Fleur, or their friends, would play with them. He turned those into bedroom pillows for himself and Fleur.
Harry watched his two children as they played and glanced at his wife and marveled at his small, but growing, family.
"'Arry? What are you zinking?" Fleur asked as she took his hand in hers.
Harry smiled as he felt the softness of her hand. "There are times when I think to myself if I deserve all this, that it will disappear and I'll find myself back in my old cupboard."
Fleur shook her head and placed her other hand on his cheek. "No, 'Arry. Zis is real, my love. Zey are real," as Fleur pointed to Victoire and Émilie. Fleur smiled and placed the hand she was holding on her stomach. "Zis is real."
Harry's eyes widened as realization struck him. "You're...you're…"
"Oui, my love," Fleur smiled at the look on Harry's face. She laughed as Harry lifted her up in his arms and spun her around.
"I'm going to be a father!" Harry shouted.
"You are already a fazzer, you silly leettle boy. Now put me down," Fleur laughed as he was spinning her around.
The two girls came running towards their parents when they heard the commotion. Victoire quickly asked, "Maman, Papa is somezing wrong?"
"We 'eard Papa screaming," Émilie added.
"No, girls. Everything's fine. In fact, you tell them, love," Harry replied as he looked at his wife with love in his eyes.
Fleur knelt down to look at her children. "You are going to 'ave a baby brozzer or a seester."
"Yes!" The two children screamed as they jumped up and down and hugged their parents.
Harry smiled with tears of joy in his eyes as he looked at his children as they jumped up and down along with their mother. Everything is perfect, Harry thought to himself, This is how it should be. Then, he went to join his family.