I have decided to write this story after reading an amazing story called deprived by the crimson lord. It was one of my favorite stories but it seems the author has abandoned the story after not posting anything in such a long time. In this fic Harry will be overpowered, also Harry/Harem Pairing; So here goes:

CHAPTER-1

Sebastien Delacour was a proud man. He was such a gentle soul that always strive to do his job to the best of his abilities. What was his job you ask. He was the France's Minister of Magic. But that day his job had become the greatest cause of his distress. And that day to solve his problem, he was going to seek some help from the most unlikely source.

He was seeking the help from the bounty hunters. He closed his eyes to take a deep sigh and when he opened them again, he almost had a heart attack from fright. As suddenly in front of him stood a man, no a boy. But this was not any ordinary boy. Magic and Power was rolling off of the boy in waves. His eyes were cold and lifeless and Sebastien found himself looking away from them.

He had no expressions, just a blank face. With some effort Sebastien finally gathered enough courage and wet his lips before speaking. "I assume you know why I have summoned you here". There was only silence for a few moments, then suddenly came a response.

"I do, but I want to confirm it." His voice was as much expressionless as his eyes. And Sebastien found himself cringing after hearing his voice. Seeing Sebastien's reaction, the boy just tilted his head and looked at him.

"OK, but first what should I call you?" Sebastien asked the boy. "You can call me 'Andre'" The boy replied with a straight face. "So, l guess this is not your true name." Sebastien stated, in response the boy just look at him. Seeing not getting any answer from the boy, Sebastien returned to the matter at hand.

"Few days ago I was elected as the Minister of Magic. So it is only natural for me to be slandered and get death threats from the opposition." The boy just merely kept silence, which Sebastien assumed was a sign for him to continue. "I am married to a half-veela, you see. And the blood purists of our country doesn't want someone like me in power because of it. They view my wife as a creature, not even a human and to see a minister elected into the office who is championing the rights of her kind is something, they would not tolerate."

"They cannot do me any harm politically, no matter how many rumors they spread. After all they are just that, only rumors. But I am afraid for my family. The blood purists in our Country only have a small following, yet they are all powerful people with powerful connections."

Not even once, did the boy asked any question or interrupted him in the middle, but he could see that the boy was absorbing all the information at a very fast pace. With a huge sigh, he continued "just last week there was an assassination attempt at my manor which cost me 6 aurors who were guarding the manor, thankfully my wife and two daughters were visiting our relatives that day or…" here he paused for a couple of minutes to get his emotions under control and then continued.

"I do not even want to imagine what could have happened if they were here that day. And no matter how much they deny it, but I do not have even a sliver of doubt in my mind that it was 'their' doing".

"And that is where I come in" Sebastien again resisted the urge to shudder at the bland and emotionless voice.

"Yes, I will be honest with you. My elder daughter wishes to participate in the tri-wizard tournament that is being hosted by the Hogwarts this year. If this would have been in France then I am sure I would have enough man power to protect her and my family. But I have limited power to protect her if she goes to Britain. She has the stubbornness of her mother she will not listen to me. And I am afraid if I use force on her then I might lose her forever."

"So you want me to protect her." the boy suddenly said.

"Yes, well" here Sebastien nodded uncomfortably and continued, "I must admit I have read your credentials and I am beyond astonished at the deeds you have done. If I may ask how a boy your age managed to take down this vast number of notorious criminals who were known for their lethal use of dark arts and sadistic nature and weren't you afraid."

"I have long since abandoned such trivial matters like emotions, I do not feel. And", here the boy gave a scary look "I was better."

Seeing that look on a boy's face, Sebastien almost wet his pants. And Sebastien had no more courage to ask for the details when he figured out that this was the only explanation he was going to get.

"I see, so you understand the predicament I am in. I have always prided myself in the fact that I can protect my family. But with the resources the blood purists have I am afraid for the safety of my daughter outside the France's border. No doubt Britain has the blood purists of its own and no doubt they are also capable of the violence they can inflict, should their bigotry be unleashed."

Here the boy gave a nod. "It is my hope that we can come into some sort of an agreement, a contract if you will, for you to provide protection to my daughter for her stay in Hogwarts and back. Of course you will be paid for all of your efforts from my own personal vaults." Sebastien revealed the purpose of summoning the boy.

"You are the better father than most." Sebastien happily took the compliment from the boy but he knew that it was not just a compliment, it was the first gesture of the respect, the first he had received from the boy since the conversation had started.

"Of course, there are certain conditions to be met before I can accept the contract." The boy said in the most business-like voice.

"Okay, if it is about the money then I can promise you that the money is not a problem." Sebastien also proposed all business-like.

At this the boy merely chuckle. Seeing the boy chuckling Sebastien found himself angered and began to speak when suddenly the boy raised his hand and spoke.

"I am sorry, but money is not the issue with me, it is never the issue. I will receive the payment when the job is done. Instead I just want a promise.

Sebastien found himself speaking outloud "What kind of promise?"

Here the boy gave the most blood thirsty grin that promised pain and death to whoever messes with him "A promise that I may use whatever force I may deem necessary should your daughter's honor and life is in any kind of danger."

Fleur Delacour was a very beautiful witch. She had flawless white skin. Long silver hair which reached to her lower back. Pink juicy lips and beautiful blue eyes. She had the figure which could easily put most of the models to shame.

But right now she was very angry, she was fuming. She was currently stomping through the manor halls and her veela aura was flaring in all the direction. The cause of her anger was the heated argument, she had with her mother just few minutes prior. She did not like to argue with her parents but her mother was suggesting that she shouldn't go to school this year and should complet her final year through home. Fleur immediately rejected that proposal and the argument began.

Her parents didn't understand that this was the only chance she had, to show everyone that she was not just a veela. She was Fleur Delacour a talented girl and she was more than a veela. Don't get her wrong she was proud of her heritage but all the students in her school thought of her only as a veela. Males wanted her because of how beautiful she was and females rediculed her just because they thought that she would steal their boyfriends from them.

She did not want those weak minded fools that just got glassy eyed just after being hit by even a small dose of her allure. She wanted someone who could be himself in her presence, who could endure her allure. With whom she could be herself. She needed to participate in this tournament and win this tournament. She wanted to show everyone that veela heritage is not the only thing that made her her, but there were other things as well.

Fleur stomped into the guest room with an angry face, her anger still flowing off of her in waves. Her mother had claimed that she did not understand the danger she would be in, but she did. Her father was a very respected man in all of the France. All of his traits which attracted a beauty like Appoline to him, proved to be enough to charm the public as well. The public loved him and supported him.

But the purebloods did not. And when the wall of the delacour manor exploded, all of the blame was pinned on them. Everyone knew they did it but there was little evidence. And the people behind it got away scott free.

Fleur knew she would be a target for the blood purists who were against her father, but that would not matter in Britain in the slightest cause the Hogwarts was the most prestigious and well warded school in all of the Europe. And the England's minister of magic had promised to assemble a team of some of the best British aurors for the safety of the students at Hogwarts. Which should be enough to deter any assassin from attacking.

There was no need for any panic but ofcourse her parents were worried. And she understood that they would be worried for her safety, but because of it her chance to show everyone that she was not just a beautiful girl to be admired was slipping from her grasp.

Just then, the door of the guest room opened and her father entered, who was looking nervous? Without a second's pause, she stomped to her father and begun complaining "Papa you have to make mama understand this tournament is really important to me, I need to go."

Sebastien just sighed at his daughter and said "There is no winning when arguing with a veela". He sighed once again in defeat "I know Appoline will be displease with me after hearing about this but I will allow you to go to Hogwarts this year."

Hearing this Fleur gave a loud squeal and hugged her father tightly. Seeing his daughter so happy brought a smile to Sebastien's face. A second later the two separated both beaming. "I do have a condition though" said Sebastien with a nervous smile, hearing this Fleur's smile wavered "You have to take someone to Hogwarts with you".

"Who is he? Is he a bodyguard?" asked Fleur with a straight face. Hearing her tone Sebatien almost cringed and said "No my dear, he is my nephew, he came from a distant family and he will attend Bauxebaton with you this year. He wishes to see Britain and the tournament might be a one in a lifetime opportunity for him. He will be here tomorrow evening. Please treat him well."

Not even for once did fleur believed her father about the nephew part, because since her father had married a Veela all the relatives shunned him. They did not want one of their own to be married to a veela. So she knew he was lying about it. But atleast she was now allowed to go to Hogwarts, she would deal with this 'nephew' tomorrow when he get there.