Not even going to attempt to defend this story. If any one reads this, I hope you enjoy the chapter.
Fleur had been running through the tall hedges and into the darkness for what seemed to be hours and still it seemed that she was no closer to victory than when she first started. The other three contestants hadn't seemed to be fairing any better Fleur thought after seeing a collective spray of red sparks colouring the sky.
After getting through another patch of cursed roots, Fleur made a sharp right. In the clearing before her stood the Tri wizard trophy, the trophy gleamed a mysterious blue. Fleur quickly snapped herself out of her trance before moving towards the alluring object.
As soon as she latched on to the trophy she could feel that something was wrong, the world started spinning before everything around her went black.
When Fleur finally managed to pry her eyes open, she studied her surroundings. She seemed to still be on the Hogwarts grounds as the castle stood in the distance. Getting to her feet slowly Fleur realised that it was bright and sunny out, a complete contrast from the competition she had just been competing in.
In the distance she recognised two figures, Dumbledore and McGonagall; both were headed in her direction. They obviously hadn't spotted her yet but it was only a matter of time. She quickly jogged over to the two, who stopped in mid conversation when they caught sight of her dishevelled figure. Dumbledore gave her a light smile while McGonagall looked at her with complete and utter confusion.
"And who might you be dear?" Dumbledore asked with the ever present twinkle in his eye.
"Fleur Delacour sir, from zee Beauxbatons Academy of Magic," Fleur replied taking in the teachers appearances, they looked different but she was still too confused as to place why.
"I must say how wonderful to have you here visiting us," Dumbledore said clapping his hands together.
"What exactly are you doing here at Hogwarts Miss Delacour, it's a far way away from your school," Professor McGonagall asked with a tight expression.
"I am zee tri wizard champion for Beauxbatons ," Fleur answered quickly, confused by their questions.
"That would be impossible, I have no idea who you are or what you want but I can assure you there is no Tri wizard competition this year," McGonagall said with a scrutinising look.
"What zat is impossible, I was just in zee middle of the final task," Fleur said arrogantly, not trusting that this wasn't some kind of test that the maze had produced.
If I may ask Miss Delacour, what was the date of this final task?" Dumbledore asked, a light smile gracing his features.
It is zee 24th of June, 1995," Fleur asked, wondering what importance such a simple question to hold.
Dumbledore clapped his hands together in great joy as though he had solved a great mystery before looking at Fleur with the ever present twinkle in his eye.
"Well you see Miss Delacour that is where our problem lies, it seems as though you have fell through time. It's 1970 at the moment," Dumbledore explained in a calm tone.
"What, how can zis be?" Fleur managed to stutter out after a few tries. Her usual confident image was shattered by her confusion.
"Well, it's rare but not impossible; sometimes when a spell is aimed for a particular person and another intervenes it can have disastrous effects. It's a possibility but I'll have to research to be sure," Dumbledore explained to the stunned girl.
"But…but you can get me back, can't you?" Fleur asked desperately, she was on the verge of tears now. McGonagall awkwardly patted the distraught girl on the shoulder in a show of comfort.
"It may be possible but I will have to contact a couple of people for help on the matter. In the meantime though, you'll probably need something to keep you busy. You can stay here if you would like to finish your education but that is up to you Miss Delacour," Dumbledore suggested, watching Fleur carefully from the top of his glasses.
"I'm not sure Professor," Fleur looked around her as if searching for the answer.
"It would be best for you to stay close if we are able to find a way for you to get back, and at Hogwarts you will also be able to keep a low profile around the magical world," McGonagall said, adding her opinion for the first time.
"I guess it will be for zee best," Fleur said, slumping her shoulders in defeat before following the two professors to Dumbledore's office to make the final arrangements for her stay.
In this past time they were only slightly into September, which meant that the school year had just begun, something that Fleur was grateful for as it would seem a lot less suspect her transferring now than the middle of the year.
Dumbledore had made sure that Fleur had the necessary provisions she would need for the year since all she had arrived with was her wand and a slightly tattered tracksuit. She was also allowed to choose a House in which she would stay for the remainder of her time at Hogwarts.
After her previous experience at Hogwarts, Fleur was certain that she would do well in Ravenclaw. They were smart and they respected her enough to give her privacy unlike many of the other students. She could only hope that the past Ravenclaws were similar to those of her time.
When she received her robes they were all lined with blue, Fleur loved blue as it suited her so well and it reminded her of her Beauxbatons uniform.
The next morning Fleur was introduced to the rest of Hogwarts as the newest transfer student from France. Her Veela allure seemed to have taken affect quiet fast. As she sat down at the blue and silver decorated table she was approached by a couple of boys.
"Hello, it's nice to meet you. My name is Sirius," Said a tall boy with unruly black hair and handsome features.
"And this is James and Lupin," Sirius pointed behind him where two other boys stood. The one named James was small and had bright eyes and dark unkempt hair, Lupin was neater than his friends and his light hair was combed back in perfect order.
"It eez good to meet such friendly people," Fleur said, smiling she fell perfectly into her role as an exchange student.
"What your name?" Lupin asked shyly.
"Fleur Maxime, I was a student at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic before my family moved to London," the lies flowed from Fleur's mouth, she didn't even waver once.
The boys started to respond to Fleur's answer with their own interested questions, each was tripping over themselves trying to gain the blonde Veela's attention.
Fleur's attention was however completely taken by a girl at the opposite table. She was blonde and petite, with big green eyes that matched the colour of robes perfectly. The girl was talking to another who had dark curls tumbling around her face.
The pretty blonde girl felt the stare and promptly turned to face the person responsible. She met Fleur's gaze with one of her own before breaking into a small grin.
Fleur turned back to the boy, Sirius and asked the question that she suddenly had to know the answer to.
"Who eez that?" Fleur asked, subtly pointing to the blonde girl at the Slytherin table.
The boys looked slightly discouraged by Fleur's lack of interaction in their conversation but at the girls question they quickly jumped to provide her with the answer.
"That's Narcissa Black, one of the Black bitches. She's not the worst but she's definitely not the best. I would stay away from her if I were you," James said, looking over at the girl before returning his gaze to Fleur.
"You two…you kind of look alike," Lupin said, looking at the two girls with a confused expression.
"Not even close man," Sirius said grabbing Lupin's arm, pulling him away from Fleur. Before waving a goodbye to Fleur and heading off to class.
Fleur didn't even notice the boy's departure as she was still studying the girl who was now laughing at something the other had said. Narcissa Black had her full attention.