"Alright," said Harry. "Now, I'm worried."
Marchbanks asked, "Lord Potter, what do you know about Veela?"
"Always pretty, stacked in all the right places, supposedly have something called an allure, which is supposed to turn men into gibbering idiots," he replied. "Doesn't work on me. Yet another mind magic, I suppose; and I'm, therefore, immune."
Marchbanks sat back and said, "I'd forgotten you claimed that immunity from magics of the mind. So, it's true."
Harry just nodded back.
"No effect, at all?" she asked.
"I get slightly woolly-headed for a few moments, but it's easily ignored," he replied.
"What do you think of her, Pup?" asked Sirius.
Harry thought about it for a few moments before he replied, "When I first saw her, I thought she was a bit of a haughty bi... errr, person. Then came the night of the draw from the Goblet and, when I was sent into the antechamber off the Great Hall, she called me a 'leeeetle boi'. I was right tempted to drop trou, point at my groin and ask, 'Who you calling little?'."
That had Sirius and Samuel laugh. Even Marchbanks appeared amused.
He continued, "After the First Task, though, she voluntarily came over and apologised to me for her behaviour and remarks. She was the only one who did of the three. Hell, she's the only one who did of all the students who treated me with contempt that three weeks. She had my respect, for that.
"After that, I didn't interact with her for the remainder of the time I was in the castle before heading for Hermione's place. And didn't see her again until the night before the Second Task.
"If I remember correctly, we talked a bit about the Task, that night.
"Then I didn't talk to her again until after she'd woken or been revived in the hospital tent after the rescue. She was a lot more pleasant to me, then. And Hermione and Daphne also seemed more comfortable with her."
That had the three adults all look to one another again.
Samuel said, "It is serendipitous you are immune to her allure, Lord Potter."
Again, Harry frowned at how none of the three could seem to get to the bloody point.
"Alright," he firmly said. "You've all set the scene; now, please stop dragging your proverbial feet and get to the point."
Samuel said, "I think I should be the one to start, since I was the one who was first contacted."
That had the other two nod.
Looking to Harry he said, "As Lord Black mentioned, there has arisen an... issue... that is related to you saving the life of Miss Fleur Delacour, of-age student and current Beauxbatons Champion of the Tri-Wizard Tournament."
When Harry's frown at him deepened, he was quick to continue, "As a... pardon me, but it's relevant... magical creature, Miss Delacour and her magic are more in tune and connected to magic that are we, wizards and witches.
"If you were to give a vow on your magic, but not your life, if you broke that vow you would be stripped of your magic. However, at your age, the chance of you dying from that loss is rather insignificant; unlike someone of Griselda's age. And that's because you are not sustained by magic. It's only an extension of you.
"For Miss Delacour, however, she is a creature of magic. If she was to give a similar vow and break it, the loss of her magic would kill her. A vow on her magic is also a vow on her life."
Confused a little, Harry asked, "She's given a vow on her magic and it relates to me?"
"No. I was just using a vow as an example of how intrinsic magic is to a Veela compared to a witch or wizard."
Harry nodded and said, "Oh-kay... I get that."
"Good," said Samuel. "Because a Veela is more in tune with magic, magic has a stronger effect upon them. Its demands can be and are greater that it is for normal witches and wizards."
He hesitated a long moment before he said, "That leads us to last Sunday afternoon. I was contacted by Jean-Paul Delacour about an issue that has arisen relating to his daughter, Miss Fleur Delacour. And it is related directly to you and your actions regarding her at the Second Task."
"What?" pressed Harry. "Magic thinks she should have died so it's killing her?"
"That's... not far off the mark," muttered Sirius.
"Not quite," said Samuel. "Because you saved her life, magic has deemed she now owes you a debt."
"Greeeeaaat," sighed Harry. "How much does she have to pay me?"
"No, Harry," said Sirius. "The debt is not a financial one. Because you saved her life, in a way, her life now belongs to you."
Harry was a long moment, attempting to parse that, before he shot to his feet and bellowed, "WHAT?!"
None of the adults even reacted. Clearly, this was expected.
"Harry," said Sirius, "Please sit down. There's more you need to hear."
"MORE?!" he bellowed. "Is magic saying I must do something with this young woman's life?"
"Lord Potter," said Marchbanks, quite sternly and getting Harry's attention. She then pointed back at his chair, jabbed her finger at it and commanded, "Sit!"
Harry glared back for a long moment before he said, "No. Not yet. I need to be on my feet. It helps me think."
As Harry began to pace behind the other two Lords Samuel said, "In a nutshell, Lord Potter... from what we have so far discovered... Miss Fleur Delacour of the Venerable House of Delacour owes you a Veela life debt."
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