Chapter 1. Always.
It was daybreak, the Carriage had left early. Too early for Fleurs liking. She and a host of seventh year girls at her school had been asked (informed) to attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. What a monotonous name Fleur had thought, she was even more sunken to learn that it was located in England. A place she was not fond of (hated). It was too cold, too wet and most of all too boring for Fleur Delacour.
It was a good thing she had the Triwizard tournament to occupy her time. It was simply not an option to not be the Champion selected from her school, otherwise she might have to resort to self mutilation to keep herself entertained.
Her little sister Gabrielle had come also, for which she was grateful. Her sister was, however, a trouble maker and bound to cause an uproar. Fleurs family hadn't been on a vacation where she hadn't. Fleur loved her sister all the same, they were bound to each other. Almost literally, her mother had warned Fleur to not let the "little devil" out of her sight. She was curled up on Fleurs side right now, making growling noises in her sleep, no doubt dreaming of lions and tiger and bears oh my – Fleur chuckled to herself and returned to looking out the window.
She was seated on a loveseat directly in front of the window and much craning of the neck was required to look out of it. Fleur, wanting to see where they were in the course of their travel, silently disentangled herself from Gabrielle. It was night, that much was obvious, she saw twinkling lights from down on the streets of a city she did not know.
She was far from home.
The gravity of where she was (where she was headed) hit her in that quiet moment when everyone else was asleep. She felt as if her head sunk within her shoulders into her heart and she could do nothing but wait. Stars flashed by her, streets she didn't know (nor ever would know she realized) passed her.
Her mind drifted to what her headmaster had said earlier to her, in private of course, that Fleur was to enter the tournament. Fleur wasn't surprised, expected it even. But the way her headmaster had been so adamant that Fleur be the one, the champion, made Fleurs whimsical nature vanish with the headmasters words. Fleur would be all business. She would carry herself as she had been taught at Beauxbatons.
With a jolt befit of a roller coaster the Carriage descended. Sending everyone asleep into a stupor. The headmaster was the first to regain conscious thought.
"Ladies Ladies gather yourselves we are momentarily going to be landing get into your lines we practiced"
The cold air Fleur had expected to hit her face when she stepped outside the carriage was more bitter than she had imagined. England it seemed, was not the type of place to wear silken uniforms. To the left she spotted a massive ship arising from a black lake under the moon. The land she begrudgingly admitted as the row of Beauxbaton students trudged (flitted) along ahead of her and Madame Maxine, had a sort of old school charm to it.
As did the inside of the castle she learned, it was cold yes. It was worn down yes. It was dismal in comparison to her house yes. But it held a strange sense of belonging to Fleur. Something she herself didn't understand. She still detested the place make no mistake. She hated all of the above things, how could she not?
The Great Hall doors opened.
Her classmates pranced in.
And Fleur followed, finishing the dance with a courtesy. Perfect.
Fleur was not at all oblivious to the garnered attention her blood brought. It was, expected and she did well by ignoring it. It may seem prudish she realized but when the situation calls… And it certainly did call for it. Half the school was gaping. Especially she noticed, a red haired boy. Seated next to who she assumed was the ever famous boy and on the other side a girl.
Not just any girl.
No one noticed the pointed looks, the subtle shift Fleur made in her seat unconsciously situating herself around the girl as if Fleurs life depended on revolving around her (and in some ways it did) or the emotion her eyes held: Hope.
She had always known.
Always.
The breath she had been holding her entire life waiting for the moment she had just experienced seeped out of her and in its place, hope. Hope for the future, because the veela in her had been calling every night for the girl sitting just a few tables away since before she knew how to talk. Fleur had found her.
Fleur knew what her mother had told her. Told Fleur in that soft way mothers do, that one day.
One day.
Fleur would meet the girl in her dreams (of her dreams).
~End Chapter 1~
So anyone interested? First baby step into writing fanfiction. I had up a drabble with the same title and thought "why the hell not, lets run with it"
