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Harry could understand that, his dreams of being a normal person had been removed years ago, and maybe it was just residual Dursley programming that made him crave normality in that way. Harry knew objectively that he wasn’t simply a normal wizard, between family connections and his connection to Voldemort, such a thing was doomed to fail when he was a baby. It’s not like Harry didn’t benefit from that though, his status as someone special had allowed him the privilege of not having to choose between the several girls he had developed feelings towards, that was something Harry was exceedingly grateful for, as he wasn’t sure he could handle seeing any of his girls with someone else.
Moving on from that thought though, Harry glanced around the crowds to see if he could find Luna. He imagined she would still be with the Weasleys, so he looked for a section filled with a large family of Redheads. Sure enough, in a section just below the VIP section, there was a solitary dirty blonde sat in a large group of red-heads. Harry split off from the group for a moment to grab her, and brought her back with them to the VIP section.
Looking around the VIP section, Harry saw a few faces he was familiar with, there was Fleur and her father, alongside what must have been her sister and mother. There was also Ivan Krum and his father, with a man that Harry didn’t quite recognize. He was a larger man, dressed in quidditch robes, and curly blond hair.
"Oh, Harry! Come ’ere, you must meet my sister and my maman." Fleur said, calling him over.
"C’est Harry Potter? Le garçon que tu aimes?" the smaller girl seemed to ask Fleur. She flushed a bit, but nodded. The small girl smiled and said "Enchanté de vous rencontrer!"
"She has said it is nice to meet you. And it is nice to meet you Mr. Potter. My husband and daughter have told me a bit about you, it is nice to get to meet you in person." The woman, who must have been Fleur’s mother said. She looked a lot like Fleur, and had Harry not known that Fleur was the oldest of Jean-Paul’s children, he would have thought she was simply an older sister. "I am Appoline Delacour, and this little one is Gabrielle. We’re very happy to meet you."
"It is a pleasure to meet you as well ma’am. If I may ask, how would I say it is nice to meet you in French? I’d like to say it so she can understand as well." Harry said, smiling at the older woman.
"Enchanté de te rencontrer aussi." Fleur said.
"Thanks, Enchanté de te rencontrer aussi Gabrielle!" Harry said, giving the smaller girl a big smile, which she reciprocated.
The announcer’s voice then came over the roar of the crowd: "Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the 1994 Quidditch World Cup! We have two teams here who have fought hard to make it here today! So let’s hear it for them! On the Home side we have the Irish Team, and their Leprechaun Mascots!"
At the announcers words, a collection of green clad Quidditch players began to do laps of the field on their brooms, while a collection of Leprechauns did a small dance in the sky, causing gold nuggets to rain into the stands. It was an impressive display for certain, and one that would get the crowd excited. Leprechaun gold unfortunately disappeared only a few hours after it was created, so unfortunately the fake gold wasn’t even useful as a souvenir.
"And facing off against them, on the Away side we have the Bulgarian team, and their Veela Mascots!" The announcer roared, and players in red robes swooped along the field, while pretty women with silvery blonde hair made their way towards the stands. The stopped about a meter away from the front of the stands and began blowing kisses at audience members.
Harry watched as several of the men began tripping over themselves trying to get closer to the women, and watched as Ron Weasley nearly jumped out of the stands before he was reeled in by his Father.
"What’s going on? I understand the girls are pretty but that’s ridiculous!" Harry asked, causing some eyes to turn to him.
"You’re not affected?" Fleur asked, looking at him.
"I mean they’re pretty, yeah, but not ’throw myself off of the stands at them’ pretty." Harry said.
"That would be the Veela allure Mr. Potter. It’s an ability Veela have. Are you familiar with the story of Odysseus and the Sirens from Greek Mythology?" Appoline asked, as she looked towards him.
"Yeah, Sirens sing a song that’s so beautiful that it lures men into the water near where they are, then they kill them and eat them. Odysseus had himself tied to the mast of his ship so he could hear the song without succumbing to it." Harry said, remembering the tale.
"Veela allure is very similar, it entices men in a similar way, with magically enhanced beauty instead of with song. It’s not just that they are beautiful, their magic is actively overpowering people’s minds. Some are more resistant to the effects than others, although you seem exceptionally resistant." Appoline said.
"Is that a bad thing?" Harry asked, somewhat worried.
"Not at all, in fact for many it would be seen as quite the benefit. No Veela being able to manipulate your mind with a simple magic trick." Appoline said, while her eyes rested on Fleur for a second. "I myself am Veela, like my mother before me, and my daughters after. Would you mind if I tried to use my Allure? I promise to not harm you."
"Sure, go ahead. Sorry if I do something stupid girls." Harry said, causing the girls to laugh a bit.
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