A.N: Daedric Influence is a sudden and random idea that I decided to type in my spare time. I have no idea where I'm going with this story yet, and updates may be irregular. This story's POV is based on how I view the world. This is me trying out my style of writing, which is writing what I think. There will be quite little descriptions of stuff in general. I see things as the thing itself (my summary of Hamilton is a kid who goes overseas to study ends up in a war and becomes a figurehead in the war because he wanted to study) and I get the feeling that I'm desensitized to anything, despite me crying at the end of BioShock 1 when I saved all the Little Sisters. I have no idea how to write in accents, so just imagine the accents in your heads as you read. If you feel that this style of writing is flawed or can be improved, a review on how I can improve will be greatly appreciated. I do not have a beta as of yet. I hope you enjoy my little story.

Usually, before sleeping, I would be wide awake, just speculating what would happen if certain, fictitious scenarios would happen to me. That one time when I thought of Slenderman made me stay up for the entire night.

But I'm starting to get off track here.

I wondered, 'What if the Daedra existed?'

As the Elder Scrolls universe *or is it world/s?* was formed from literally nothing, to a number of entities gaining self awareness, to worlds made by said entities.

Assuming our world, Earth, is one of these worlds, the Daedra would most likely exist.

And this is all based around another question, 'Is our world created from Aurbis?'

The multi-verse theory could also be simplified to some entity/ies creating many planes of worlds that are similar to one another, 'Constants and Variables" to quote from BioShock Infinite.

And this train of thought led to even more speculations, such as the summoning of Atronachs and travelling between planes of existence formed from Aurbis.

After two hours, a random thought popped up.

'Well, not like they exist anyways. The Elder Scrolls series is fiction, and it's not like tonight's ideas and thoughts would help me in real life, except maybe fanfiction.'

I scoffed, before snuggling into my bed to fall asleep.

"This child has some incredible thoughts, Hoermius."

He scoffed at Vaermina.

"What's so incredible about a mortal child's-"

He paused, causing Vaermina to grin widely.

"Oh? Has a mortal child made you rethink your words?"

She taunted.

The Daedric Prince of knowledge didn't seem to hear her.

"This child… HE'S AMAZING!" He shouted in what seemed like delight to Vaermina. She looked at her fellow Prince.

"Based on what he knew from a source he read off two weeks ago, he built a solid theory on the world, but he-" The mass of tentacles convulsed slightly.

"But... but… The theory is solid, why did he discard it?"

"He shrugged it off as fiction, which is understandable since he's a mere mortal on a plane of existence none of us Daedra interacted with." Merida's voice spoke from behind the two Daedric Princes.

The Daedric Prince of Life was also intrigued from the conversation and subject of conversation of the two usually bickering Princes.

"But still…" The pout was plainly obvious in the tentacles' words.

"Shall I take it from him? Such thoughts may be detrimental to our secrecy in his world." Vaermina offered.

"We shall do no such thing! His memories is precious and we will not interrupt this world's natural flow!" Hoermius exclaimed in anger.

"Calm down Hoermius. While Vaermina raises a valid point, I believe such an… intriguing mind would help other worlds." Meridia stated.

"And how do you suppose we do that? And what if he decides not to help the other worlds?" Vaermina questioned.

"We could test him in a world he has knowledge of, but not experienced before."

"A world he knows is fictional? And which one shall we use?"

Meridia simply smiled.

"My personal favorite."

"Wake..."

Argh, my head…

I know I didn't drink alcohol, but the pounding behind my eyes felt like how hangovers are described in stories.

"… up Jon."

What the hell happened when I was sleeping?

"Wake up you lazy pig!"

"Five more minutes." I groaned out.

Wait.

I live alone.

…

I cracked opened my left eye.

The sight of black clothing and long, blonde hair made me pause. My left hand that was rising to rub my eyes was halted mid air.

Who the hell is that?

"Jonathon Mercer Smith! You will get out of bed and get dressed in the next five minutes!"

The girl in front of me pulled out a stick, which was around the length of half of her forearm, and pointed it at me.

At the back of my mind, I could sense the danger, despite not seeing any.

It's just a piece of wood, what can it-

'Dogwood and Unicorn hair, twelve and one quarter inches.' A sudden flash of information zoomed past my mind's eye.

What the hell…?

"Alright, I'm up Luna." I heard myself grumble.

This is starting to freak me out now.

I didn't even open my mouth, yet I spoke.

"Jon, I told you last night to sleep early so that we could leave for the Quidditch World Cup." Her disappointed tone made my heart ache, strangely.

My hand reached out and ruffled her hair, causing her to pout.

Why did I do that?

The question should actually be, why the hell am I in the Harry Potter world?

That was the components and dimensions of a wand, I know it. And the girl in front of me had slightly glazed over grey eyes, a trait Luna Lovegood had, or rather, has.

My body moved without my consent, or even awareness.

'Child, you have intrigued us.'

Ok, I am going to freak out soon.

'Allow me to introduce myself. I am Meridia.'

Meridia? Isn't that…

The name of a Daedric Prince…

'Yes, the very same Meridia. You have intrigued Hoermius with your thoughts, and hence garnered my attention. You see, we, the Daedric Princes, are testing you.'

A test?

Why?

Why me?

'I told you, because you intrigued Hoermius. The previous mortal to interest him had the privilege of being possessed by him, so be glad you can still control you body, not including the brief possession earlier.' Her voice held a tone of slight irritation.

Well, what do I need to do? And a little back story for living in a new world would be nice.

'You have to determine your own goal. In this world, you are the adopted brother of Luna Lovegood. Found off the streets of Diagon Alley by Pandora Lovegood, you have been in the Lovegood family for three years before Luna's birth since you were one, making you seventeen now. What you do now would be up to you, but as Nocturnal also has an interest in you, you would be more likely to obtain a desired outcome from almost any scenario due to you being blessed by the Lady of Luck. I would intervene and help you with scenarios that would require you to make use of the knowledge of your personal past, but I would not be always available to help you. Following the events of the books and movies this would be the year of the TriWizard Tournament. Do as you wish, and once you are sure you are done with this world, contact me. You would know how to in the future. Good luck, my champion.'

Hang on a moment, champion?

…

She left.

She frigging left after telling me that!

How am I supposed to know what being her champion means?

Hell, what am I even capable of doing in this world?

Magic?

Daedric magic or Wizard magic?

I buried my head in my hands in frustration.

'And also, if you need more information, a small black tome would always be available to you. Just write in your questions, or ask it verbally, and it would answer accordingly, unless I had restricted the tome to answer certain types of questions. However, feel free to test the boundaries.'

True to her words, a small bulge in my right pants pocket confirmed her words.

Well…

Time to change, before interrogating the shit out of the book.

So… I have the magics of both Wizard and Daedra.

This seems like fun, but the book said that I needed to practice the only Daedric magic I had, which was Conjure Familiar, to get other variations of Daedric magic. I could summon my Familiar, which uses my mana to sustain itself, and my Familiar is a weakened version of a Flame Atronach that grows proportionately with my own magic.

Fun fact, the Flame Atronach I summoned seemed very friendly when I summoned it the first time in my room. It could also speak, but only in what seemed like Daedric. The tome assured me that my familiar would be able to speak English after it had more interaction with me and other people, but I would be able to sense it's emotions after the first few summons.

I had changed quickly into a simple Muggle attire that consisted of brown slacks, a black jacket over a grey shirt and white sneakers.

This world of Harry Potter seemed to be pushed ahead of time, so Luna was born on 1996, instead of 1981, making the current year 2007.

I don't remember much of this year, but I have the 'Tome of Selective Knowledge' to consult whenever I needed any information.

Xenophilius had prepared breakfast which had pancakes, tea, some honey and a jar of Marmite on the table.

He chatted with Luna about the Quibbler, which 'I' had no interest in apparently.

Shame, I wanted to learn about more, but I naturally zoned out and droned on about what I wanted to do in my head.

Firstly, check to see if I could hook up with Forge and Gred for pranks.

Secondly, make Umbridge unable to nail my ass in the future.

Thirdly, troll the shit out of Voldermort when I have the chance to.

That's pretty much it. I'll try not to involve myself in the TriWizard tournament since I would probably replace Cedric and die. But if I have good enough reflexes and instincts…

Nah, better to not risk it.

Breakfast was quick, which is surprising as I expected Luna to eat slowly. But being two minutes behind schedule might probably be the cause of that.

We reached the portkey about a kilometer away from our home on a hill with our stuff.

Stuff being an enchanted tent, a bag full of food and snacks, another bag filled with tea, kettles and burners, yet another bag of clothing, and finally a bag of my miscellaneous personal items, which included a set of headphones, phone and my own clothing. *The technology had runes and enchantments to prevent magic from seeping into the circuitry and allowed them to function as per normally.*

All carried by me.

And what I hate about this is that I offered to carry them all.

This seems like a daily occurrence with this family.

The son carries all the stuff while the father and daughter talk about their magazine.

I don't share their brand of madness, so I don't really understand what they discussed and Xenophilius and Luna understood that.

Luna seemed to act normal with me, and I found out that she uses her 'Loony' personality in school as a defense mechanism against any bullies.

I understood why she did it. I don't like why she did it.

Hogwarts better watch out cause anyone who bullies Luna this year will answer to me and my Flame Atronach. Well, mostly my Flame Atronach.

Our portkey was a tree branch on top an empty hill, which seemed pretty obvious to me. We reached it with three minutes to spare. It seemed as though we were the only ones to use this particular portkey.

Two minutes left.

A carriage with the French flag painted proudly on the side of the carriage pulled by two black stallions came up the hill.

Huh, fancy.

The driver pulled over a few meters away from us, and opened the doors.

I raised an eyebrow.

A noble family from France, then.

The first one to come out was a dark haired man with fair skin dressed in… a suit? Damn, he's going to be sweating like hell in the crowds. Unless he is in the V.I.P booths which have air conditioning runes and refreshments.

The next three who came out all look similar. As in, similar physical characteristics. Beautiful and blonde. Other than that they seemed to be dressed differently, and the height difference also

One minute.

They had better hurry. Heh, imagine what would happen if a prestigious family turned up late to an important event like the Quidditch World Cup.

Business deals and social networking would end almost instantly. Unless, of course, you happen to be incredibly influential that no one would really care about that and suck up to you anyways.

They walked the distance between them and the portkey.

Well, at least they walked at a reasonable pace. They'd probably reach the portkey with ten seconds left to grab onto the portkey.

The family seemed surprised at the sight of us, and they hastened their pace.

Thirty seconds left.

The father greeted us first.

"Bonjour," Huh, French. "I am Monsieur Delacour, and this is my wife, Apolline, and my children, Fleur and Gabrielle."

Hmm… Delacour…

WAIT WHAT?

Oh shit, oh shit, they're Veela, the allure is going to make me confused and drool like a love sick fanboy and I won't be able to think straight and I would not grab the portkey before-

I grabbed the wood right before it activated.

We were spinning around, each hand grabbing onto the portkey like it was our lifeline.

Which technically is, since if we let go too early we would be stranded in an unknown location and may possibly die.

Well, talk about morbid.

When Xenophilius turned to look at Luna and I, I could see Monsieur Delacour turning to his family too.

Guess it's time to let go.

I couldn't hear him with the air rushing around us, but I could read his lips.

'Let go now.'

I let go.

The feeling of falling when you're spinning at a high speed is actually nice. It feels like your body is gently falling, instead of throttling to the ground at a vicious velocity.

I let my body turn in circles for a while with my right leg extended, before bending my right knee.

I managed to land on my left leg and right foot.

Damn I'm such a badass.

Luna and Xenophilius' less graceful face plant onto the grass made me blink.

Luna, I can understand, but Dad? He has experience with portkeys. *I need to start calling him that, since he's my dad now. Technically.*

They turned their bodies so they faced the sky. They stayed there, motionless.

Oh for the love of-

"I'll go set the tent now Dad."

I sighed as I went to look for a quiet corner far from where the masses would be.

Those two would be the death of me, I just know it.

"Um, excuse me Monsieur?"

The matron of the Delacour family spoke up from behind me.

I turned and saw the French family brushing the dirt off their attire.

"Oh right. Sorry about earlier, I kinda zoned off. I doubt Dad introduced us. I'm Jonathon Smith, adopted son of Xenophilius Lovegood and brother of Luna Lovegood, both of whom are currently gazing into the sky in search of Nargles."

A quiet 'There's one.' from Luna sounded out in the empty field of the moor.

"I heard your introductions, Monsieur Delacour. Am I correct in my assumption that you and your family are from France?"

He nodded.

"You are perceptive, young man." A statement.

I shrugged.

"Not really. The French flag on your carriage from earlier," I looked pointedly at a badge on his suit which held the insignia of the French counterpart of Wizarding Britain. "And the French flag on your suit told me."

He nodded appraisingly. "Really perceptive." He chuckled.

I smiled slightly.

"It's been nice knowing you." I gave him a slight bow before turning to leave.

"Actually I wanted to ask if we could set up our tent next to yours."

I paused.

What in the thirteen Daedric Princes name is this luck?

"Oh, well you're welcome to follow me, but I haven't really found where to set up my own tent." I laughed nervously.

Our tents were close together, but not too close.

The female Delacours were surprisingly quiet, choosing to observe me whilst I set up my family's tent.

We chose a section of the moors that was close to the stadium, yet not too close to the large clusters of the other tents. It was close to the woods, and had a tap the distance of a five minute walk away.

"Monsieur Smith?"

A high pitched voice made me jump.

I turned around.

It was the younger of the Delacour siblings.

"Yes?"

She pulled the seams of her skirt down, clearly nervous.

"Merci." She paused, before she sported a large blush as she turned around and fled to her mother who gave me a weird look. I felt uncomfortable suddenly.

Shit, what did I do?

I pushed it to the back of my mind before I became anxious, and quickly set up my tent. I checked the interior to confirm that the enchantments were working properly, before placing the numerous bags down at the space meant to be the living room.

I retrieved my headphones and music player, plugging the headphones into the music player and letting it loop by my neck.

All done. Now for the water for the 'kids' tea.

I scoffed at my own joke.

Dad seemed to be like a child sometimes, especially when he gets to have private time with Luna.

I took off my jacket before two of the empty kettles found a comfortable position in my hands as I left the tent.

What I saw made me blink.

Monsieur Delacour had not completed setting up his tent while I had finished it.

His wife and children watched on with obvious amusement in their eyes as he struggled to slot the pole into the holes meant for it.

I felt pity for him.

I set down the two kettles.

"Here, Monsieur, allow me."

He seemed startled, but let me help him anyways.

"You see, this end of the pole has a small protrusion to be pushed into the ground of support against the wind, so the other end goes into the hole first. The same goes for the other one." I explained as I inserted the poles. The shape of the tent started to form due to the two bending poles. "Now, this loop at the base is meant for that protrusion of the pole, and you push the pole into it before ensuring it's firmly held by the ground."

He nodded with rapt attention.

Wow, this fourty something year old man did not know how to set up a tent.

Wizards seem like children now.

"Merci, Monsieur Smith." A much deeper feminine voice spoke out. Apoline maybe.

"It's fine, no problem at all." I replied, bowing my head slightly at the direction of the voice whilst I still worked on the tent.

I finished quickly, and brushed the dirt of my hands.

"I'm going to collect some water from the tap, would you like me to help you get a kettle or two?" I offered.

Gabrielle was hiding behind her mother, which looked adorable, whilst her mother and sister looked at me.

I felt a strange sensation overcome me.

It was… unpleasant, to say the least.

Every part of my body was being compressed, and I know I lost consciousness for a moment or two.

"Femme." I heard Monsieur Delacour spoke sharply.

The feeling stopped.

Huh, how was I on the ground?

And I'm sweating like a bull.

Damn I need to shower later.

Crap, I'm zoning off again.

Apoline had a hand cupping her cheek, as she smiled innocently at me.

"Désolé, je venais pour vérifier."

"I apologise for my wife's behavior, Monsieur Smith."

I blinked.

"Wait, that was her?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, unfortunately. Again, I apologise Monsieur Smith."

"Call me Jon. But, how was that her? She couldn't have used any Legilimency on me, as my Occlumency shields are still up, and she couldn't have done anything." I wondered out loud

Maybe it's the Veela allure?

But shouldn't it make men into blubbering idiots trying to do anything to get their attention?

Why did it make me feel pain?

"Then address me as Jean." I nodded.

"As for how, my wife is a Veela. Have you heard of them?"

I nodded hesitantly.

"Read a page of an encyclopedia about them before, about two or three years ago. But shouldn't it, I don't know, instill a sense of… what's that word… lust, attention seeking behavior or something into the opposite gender?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Generally, yes. But there are some who do not experience those effects when feeling their allure. Did you feel anything?"

I nodded as I took a moment to collect myself. "I felt that my body was crushing itself. I think I felt my toes…" I glanced at Gabrielle who came out of hiding to look at me worriedly.

"Do something I shouldn't describe in the company of a young girl." He too glanced at Gabrielle.

"I think it'll be wise for me to go now." I laughed nervously as I went to pick up my kettles.

I left before any other questions were asked.

"What the hell was that about?" I asked outloud.

"A test? No, it's not like I plan on doing anything to them. Or did she assume I wanted to do something stupid like poison their water? Maybe. I mean I am a stranger who offered to help when he could have went about his own business. That and Jean had a carriage and a badge with the French flag. It could mean that he's in an important position in a government post. Maybe a diplomat, then? Eh, I shouldn't speculate."

My ramblings were cut short when I heard the sound of grass being crushed quickly underfoot behind me.

Luna and Dad were probably still at the same spot from earlier, so it can't be them.

Apoline? Nah, she's too lady like to be running. That and she's wearing high heels.

I turned around to look at my pursuer.

Huh, it's Fleur.

"Hello."

Good going. You're going to see her for the next year in Hogwarts, dumbass.

But I can't be sauve, or she'll assume like I'm like other guys who talk to her for her looks.

Damn my courtesy.

"Hello." She was panting slightly. Her waist length blonde hair was swaying as she walked beside me. I noticed the single kettle that seemed more for pouring tea than retrieving water in her hands.

We walked in relatively awkward silence. She brushed aside a few strands of hair that were stuck to her face due to the sweat.

"I'm sorry about my mother." Her French accent seemed thick.

"It's fine. As long as I don't bother her again I probably won't deserve to be under that horrifying feeling again." I shuddered. It really hurt to feel your toes explode. Trust me, I know that somehow.

"She wanted to test you."

Huh.

"Why?"

She shrugged. "No idea."

We continued walking. About three more minutes would be left of this walk if I had continued at my pace. *Pout*

"Why aren't you looking at me?"

I glanced over at her.

"No idea why. Maybe it's because it's creepy to stare at someone within the first two hours of their meeting? Or is it because it's creepy to stare in general? Why is it creepy anyways? It's not like I'm plotting to do anything-" She immediately widened the distanced between us. "And I'm a nice person. Unless nice is relative and I'm not as nice as I think…" I trailed off.

"Sorry, I tend to ramble about random things." I bowed my head slightly.

"It's fine." It clearly wasn't from her tense tone.

Awkward silence filled the air again.

"I'm really sorry." I sighed. "I haven't really have much experience with social interaction in general. How about we start anew? I'm Jon Smith, but you can call me Jon." I held out a hand for her to shake.

She stared at my hand for a few moments.

"Fleur Delacour." She grasped my hand, not too loosely, but not tight as well.

I shook it.

"May we turn out to be good friends."

Her hands were really smooth…

No, bad Jon, she's going to get together with Bill Weasley, don't destroy canon.

"Why do you have technology with you? Shouldn't it be unusable due to magic?"

Her question was so sudden I jumped. Damn it nerves…

"Well, it should be. But I carved some runes on the exterior and interior of the casings of each item to make it so that magic would be siphoned out, and no magic could leak into the items. The runes for 'expel', 'protect', 'barrier' and 'transfer' in the correct matrix allows magic to be transferred from within a protected and defined area to be pushed out. The barrier makes it so that magic can't go back into the items."

She was satisfied with the answer.

"Could you teach me how to do it?" I raised an eyebrow.

"My Muggle born friends get to watch this thing called a television and use the internet, and I want to try but because of magic…" Ah. A jealous school girl then.

"Sure. Which school are you in, by the way? I don't know if France has their own magical institution meant for the French."

"L'académie de magie de Beauxbâtons."

I scrunched up my face.

"Sorry Fleur, I don't speak French."

She looked at me apologetically.

"The Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. And you?"

"Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." I paused. "Which sounds more like a weird illness a pig would get now that I say it out loud in the company of another."

Puns only I would get. Yes. Mental fist pump.

'Come play with me.'

…

What the hell was that?

Fleur certainly didn't say anything, and she's the only one close enough to me to hear.

Wait…

Is that you, Flame Atronach?

'Yes. Hello Master!'

Well you sound awfully cheerful. How are you talking to me? Telepathy between a Daedra and human using the pact formed from the Summon Familiar spell? But that would require physical contact to form a tether between Oblivion and this world, and I know I didn't touch you because I freaked out about the fire, and there are no portals between this world and Oblivion, well that I know of anyways. Or is it just because our pact as Master and Familiar that allows this to happen?

'Yep! The pact also allows the subconscious exchange of information, so for the past hour or so I learnt your language from you, and you learnt Daedric script, speech as well as more Daedric magic from me.'

… This is a deus ex machina if I ever saw one.

'But since I'm only a lesser Daedra in the hierarchy of Daedra here in Oblivion, I don't really know much about the Daedric magics, so apologies Master. But you can still use what I know, which are basic fire magics.'

Hang on, if I can do what you do, is it possible for you to perform Wizard magics? But that will require you to develop a magic core, as all Wizards and Witches have one. Unless you being of Daedric descent allows you to control and manifest the magical energy from your body or soul to the outside of your body or soul.

"Jon? Are you okay?" Fleur's concerned voice jolted me from my thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just mulling over a theory about magic."

She didn't seem convinced.

Should I keep my Daedric magic to myself?

I shouldn't, cause it'll definitely bite me in the ass with vengeance later on, but it'll also remove the element of surprise I would have as an advantage…

Eh, screw it.

"I have this… ability to summon a magical being from another world that is able to control fire." Her eyes widened.

"Yeah, and I get to use its abilities that grow and get stronger over time. So, I was wondering if it could use my magic, or Wizard magics in general. I mean, if I can use its magic, it means that I have, at the bare minimum, the biological, mental and physical requirements to use it. In theory, or my theory rather, the vice versa should be possible. As in, my familiar would be able to use my magic as well."

"Do you even know what it means to have a familiar, Jon?"

I shrugged.

"Not really, no."

"It means that you have been chosen by that entity to be its master. That you are worthy enough to command them. And if you've been chosen by a being of another world…" She stared at me in awe.

"…What? You're freaking me out here Fleur."

"Only the most powerful and legendary wizards had familiars. Merlin had a dragon for a familiar, and Albus Dumbledore's familiar is a phoenix. Atlantes, an evil wizard from two or three centuries ago had a blood crocodile as a familiar, and he is still feared today, despite his death, by the French Magical community due to the chaos and deaths he caused."

I shrugged.

Abrupt A.N: A blood crocodile is entirely my own 'creation'. It's a crocodile born from mixing a toad egg with the blood of a lizard and a snake and bones of a dragon. The creature born from this resembles a crocodile, but is blood thirsty and is able to become a puddle of blood. It's a lazy hunting technique that requires some stupid idiot to go examine a pool of blood. The blood crocodile would instantly reform back and crush the idiot with its weight before consuming the carcass. It's banned in all magical communities after what happened with Atlantes, who is featured in 'chansons de geste', and is said to have constructed a magical castle filled with illusions. I upped the ante by making him more vicious and actively send people into the castle by tricking them in this particular story. The people would be trapped by the illusions, and the blood crocodile would make sure there would have no survivors.

"But I'm a normal kid. Well, being seventeen makes me an adult, but regardless, I'm not going to achieve anything like Merlin or Dumbledore, or that evil douche bag you mentioned."

She continued to stare at me for some time, making me feel uneasy under the gaze of her azure eyes.

"You are interesting, Jon Smith." She said simply when we reached the tap, which was surprisingly void of anyone else.

Please tell me this will not spiral down into chaos later on in the timeline, I need to stay incognito from Voldermort and his gang of hussies. If she spreads the word about me having a familiar from another world I'm basically going to shoot up to the top ten of Voldy's priority list of 'Kill, brainwash or control'.

"Anyways, what does your dad do? My father publishes this quirky magazine 'The Quibbler'."

"I've heard of that, your father is either brilliant or mad to claim that Crumpled Horned Snorkacks exist."

"Bleh, I'm not sure if they do, I thought saw one before, when they brought me to Sweden to hunt for one. But then I realized after that it was just a hallucination from some polluted water I drank. It looked like a purple cross between a snake with legs and a turtle shell was on its back, with a horn on the top of its head. But I went unconscious for the next three weeks after I saw that."

"Really?" She asked skeptically.

I shrugged uncaringly as I filled up our kettles from the tap.

"Take it with a grain of salt and the knowledge that I was hallucinating. Or it could be that one needs to drink that water to see the Crumpled Horned Snorkacks due to some weird magic and its rules. I mean, prophecies exist so this idea is actually quite valid, now that I think about it."

She took her filled teapot with a soft 'Merci.'.

"But hey, I'm just speculating."

"You do that a lot." She pointed out.

"Speculate?"

"Oui."

"I like the idea of everything being connected one way or another, and it's fun to always theorize stuff. Like the fact that you don't like to talk about yourself, or your family."

She was silent.

"You didn't answer my question to what your father does, and you haven't mentioned almost anything about yourself."

Her silence was persistent.

"Sure, learn more about me but deny me learning more about you." I pouted slightly.

"It's just… You're one of the only males who don't look at me like a piece of meat."

I raised an eyebrow about this.

"Is it because of your Veela heritage?" I took a blind stab in the dark.

"Yes. Because of my maman, I inherited her beauty and allure, making it hard to hold conversations with men."

"So, what, I have the privilege of being Madame Fleur's first male friend? I'm honored." I mock bowed to her.

She looked flustered.

"But doesn't your inhuman beauty, apologies for the unintended pun, cause more problems than that? I know from experience that woman can be a jealous lot."

She nodded.

"My friends accused me of stealing their boyfriends when I didn't. Other girls get jealous because of the attention I get from boys."

I scoffed.

"Then they are obviously not your friends. True friends would stick together and not accuse each other of bullshit like 'stealing their boyfriends'." I air quoted.

"Thank you."

"It's no problem."

Our walk back had a comfortable silence now, contrasting with the earlier awkward silences.

"My father is a diplomat from France, but my sœur and I are studying in France."

"Wait, slur?"

"Sœur. It means sister in French."

Ah. You learn something new every day.

"You know, I just thought of something."

She looked at me curiously.

"Do you pretend to be snobbish and arrogant around other people?"

Her footsteps halted.

What?

It's just a question.

"How… how did you know?"

I shrugged.

"My own sister acts ditzy and innocent in school as a coping mechanism, and she gets bullied a lot, but she's normal around me and Dad. She acts like invisible creatures take her stuff when it's her own so called 'friends'. So I assumed you would have one too to prevent anyone from making friends with you so you don't feel as hurt when they talk behind your back."

"Yes, I do." Her reply was softer than what I heard from the past twenty minutes.

"Don't feel bad about it, everyone has their own coping mechanism. Like me. I am extremely quiet when around other people, especially strangers, but with friends I'm, well, I'm talkative and speak what I'm thinking. Huh, guess that means I feel like I'm friends with you, Fleur."

She started walking.

"Merci Jon. Really."

"Not a problem. Now, I need to put back the kettles and get those two lazy family members of mine to come here."

Our tents were now in sight.

"I'll go ahead first, since I need to fetch the 'kids'. It was nice talking with you Fleur."

"Yeah, you too."

"Are the both of you ready to get up?"

"No, give us ten more minutes."

"I found another Luna."

Gad damn it.

"Our tent is near the south entrance of the stadium, close to the woods and the French family from earlier. It's about a ten minute walk from here. I'll go get the tea ready."

A chorused 'Thanks Jon.' made me smile slightly.

A new world and a new family.

And powers.

Powers are definitely at the top of this.

'Master, could you summon me soon? It's boring here.'

Alright, I'll do it later when no one is around.

'Thanks! And call me Jane!'

Jane?

…

That was random.

Meh, random went out the window when I got sent to the Harry Potter world by some supposedly fictional 'evil' entities.

It was really boring staying in the tent by myself.

Well, Luna and dad were asleep. But same difference.

The shouting and cheers for the national teams were drowned out by the loud music blasting out of my headphones. Luckily the music I saved in my music player before I came here was still able to be played, and was not deleted due to them not existing at this time. I don't think I'll be able to survive without Unravel by TK.

Our dinner was a simple affair, tea and a pork roast.

I made an extra portion and brought it over to the Delacours. Seeing as we would be 'neighbours' for the next two weeks, I might as well be amiable. They thanked me, as the matron of the Delacour family was preparing dinner just then. The interior of their tent was incredibly decorated, with impressive decorum and portraits of what looked like their family members. There were also landscape paintings of hills and scenic views of lakes.

I had quickly excused myself, making myself scarce from the tingling I started to feel when Apoline looked at me.

The chantings and fan girl screams from the outside died down a little.

Good, I can go out now and more than likely won't be seen.

I sneaked out and made my way to the woods, ensuring that no one was coming.

Well, the Death Eaters would probably be meeting up to discuss about the attacks, unless they're so prepared that they won't need to meet up at all.

"Conjure Familiar."

The small orb that indicated a Conjuring spell appeared in my right hand.

I snapped my fingers, and Jane materialized out of a portal from Oblivion.

"It's nice to come out.' She 'spoke'.

"Well, what did you need? I'm sure you didn't ask me to summon you just for fun."

She was silent, and only the crackling of fire and the distant shouts could be heard.

"Seriously? Just for fun?"

She seemed to be pouting

"It's boring back there!" She whined.

I shook my head in amusement.

"I need to test out something first before I try to test my theory. Give me a moment."

I set my headphones and music player onto the ground on my jacket before I took out my wand (A mix of Alder and Yew wood, and a fusion of phoenix feather, unicorn hair and dragon heart string, fourteen inches) and casted the shield charm in front of me. I could feel the magic gather into my wand, before it spread out in front of me as I slashed my wand upwards.

"Hit me with a fire ball."

Jane seemed curious about this as well, and threw one almost lazily.

The fire ball impacted the shield, and the flames exploded over it, covering my vision.

I banished the flames away.

"So since Daedric magic can interact with Wizard magic…"

So I can test to see if Jane can cast Protego.

Hang on a moment, not so fast. I need to see if I can use the fire ball spell first.

"It's easy, you gather up your mana into your palm, visualize it being set on fire before throwing it at your target."

I tried it.

Mana feels different from magic, as in it feels like it's coming from inside my body and gathering on my palm.

I tossed the fire ball at the ground, and it burst into a smaller sea of flames.

Huh. Seems like my version of fire ball is weaker.

I banished the flames again.

"Alright, time to experiment Jane. Try to gather the surrounding magic in the air and form a field of it in front of you."

She concentrated, from the little whine I can hear in the telepathy link.

She made the same slashing movement with her hands upwards.

The slight shimmering of light that is associated with the shield charm wasn't present.

She frowned, and tried again. This time however, a slight shimmer could be seen.

I threw a fire ball at her.

It hit the shield, but the fire that erupted after the initial hit went through and reached her.

Hm, it seems that a wand is needed as a catalyst to maintain the magic for the spell.

"Well, it seems that we have to find a wand or something to act as a catalyst for you."

She hummed in reply, distracted.

"Who is that?"

She pointed at the woods, in the direction where we came from.

I turned, and saw blonde hair behind a tree.

"Madame Delacour, if you would like to come out and join us."

Fleur was the one hiding.

"Hi." She waved at us.

"Hello Fleur!" Jane waved back enthusiastically.

She jumped, probably from shock.

"Sorry if Jane here scared you. She's the familiar I mentioned earlier today. Jane, Fleur. Fleur, Jane."

Jane went forward to shake Fleur's hand, but she flinched from the sight of the fire.

"Don't worry, the fire surrounding her is harmless. Unless she identifies you as a threat." I added.

She took the hand and shook it.

"Nice to meet you! I'm Jane!"

Sigh. She knows…

"I'm Fleur."

"Do you want to play with me?"

If her slightly warped voice didn't make it sound creepy already, her wide smile which was engulfed in flames definitely made it creepy.

Jane and Fleur 'played' with each other for the next hour or so.

Get your minds out of the gutter.

They dueled, each using their own magic against the other.

But in a weird turn of events, it ended as a frenzy of fire balls being tossed everywhere. I had to banish the flames or douse them with a quick 'Aguamenti' before any visible damage was caused.

It ended with Jane going back to Oblivion due to insufficient mana from me.

"That… was… fun." Fleur was panting and sweating like mad.

"Do you need some water?" I offered a transfigured cup filled with fresh water.

She took it and gulped down the life giving liquid greedily.

"I didn't know you could summon balls of fire."

She snorted, quite unlike how a lady should act.

"Veela have a natural affinity with fire. Pure blood Veelas can summon fire from nothing. I needed to wait for Jane to throw enough fire to use against her."

"Except she is made out of fire, so fire spells and attacks are basically useless against her."

She laughed.

"Oui."

"It's definitely getting late. Probably eleven now. You should head back."

She frowned.

"And you?"

I shrugged.

"I still want to practice. Unless…" She looked visibly uncomfortable.

Sigh…

"I'll bring you back to your tent."

"But- but what about your practice? I don't want to bother you." She was flustered.

"It's just practice." I dismissed her worries with a wave. "Plus if anything happened to you, I would have to face your mom's torture again." I scrunched my face up. That kind of pain was something I would like to avoid and never experience ever again.

"Thank you."

Huh, she likes to say that a lot.

"How did you learn to control those fire balls?" A little small chat to help her get her mind off of whatever was disturbing her.

"My maman taught me personally."

"Well I might need help someday with conjuring fire, so I'll be sure to ask you."

Under the shadows of the trees passing by, I could barely make out the silhouettes of several people in the woods.

Crap.

"Get your wand ready." I said under my breath to Fleur.

I slid my wand from my left hand to my dominant hand.

God I hope someone hears this.

Fleur tensed up next to me, and her right hand tightened on her wand.

"Heeeeey, look what we got hereee boyoss." The group of men were surrounding us now. The one in front was plump and judging by his slurred speech, drunk.

"It seems like we're gonna enjoy ourselves tonight." The hiccups and girly giggles made me snort.

I held Fleur close to me.

"Cover your ears." I whispered.

"Bombarda Maxima."

The explosive spell was aimed at the tree right behind the chubby bastard in front of us.

The huge 'bang' resounded in the woods, and hopefully the Delacour family, Luna or Xenophilius are awake.

The splinters of the wood rained upon the group of drunken men. A quick shielding charm in front of me blocked the small toothpick like shards from digging into our skin as I pushed Fleur towards the direction our tents were.

"Run!"

She compelled, and ran.

I would've followed her, but the blast didn't catch everyone off guard.

One of the drunkards managed to grab onto my right arm.

"You think you getting away?" He roared.

I glared at him, before punching him in the face with my free hand.

I turned to run, but the others had recovered. Quite quickly I might add.

"Well well, boyo." The chubby guy's voice was starting to annoy me.

"It seems that this kid has volunteered to be our victim for the night." A hoarse voice spoke out from behind the group of ten.

Hang on…

That's a Dark Mark on his forearm.

In fact…

They all have one…

They're all Death Eaters.

Shit.

And my mana reserves aren't replenishing enough for me to summon Jane.

Double shit.

Time to improvise.

"Are you Death Eaters?" I asked, loud enough for all of them to hear me.

They paused their advancement.

"Because the Dark Lord has sent me to infiltrate the French diplomat's family. He didn't mention help, especially from such esteemed Lords such as you."

Come on, come on… Don't buy my story… Need more time for any Ministry officials to come…

"The Dark Lord didn't mention anything about a brat!" One of them shouted out, his wand hand preparing to cast spells.

"Oh, is that so? If you doubt me, you can ask him yourself."

A rustle in the trees in front and behind me. Good.

"He didn't give me the Dark Mark to prevent any of the French guards, so you can summon him yourself. Though, I'm not sure if he would appreciate being summoned for such a trivial matter, especially when he's vulnerable now."

The one with the hoarse voice muttered.

"Boss, I think he's telling the truth."

The group seemed to relax slightly.

"So, if you Ministry officials would like to come out of hiding."

Stunners rained down on us.

On me.

Shit.

I felt the stunning spell hit me, right as I tried to open my mouth to explain.

The feeling of a stunner hitting you right on your head isn't a pleasant sensation.

I found myself in an interrogation room of sorts. My head was rested on the table, arms secured firmly in front of me, on the table as well.

Voices were mumbling around me, probably officials. Huh, Monsieur Delacour's voice seems to be beside me.

"Argh." I grimaced at the pain in my skull. The mumbling stopped.

I rose and saw two men, one by the door, and the other seated in front of me.

I rubbed my forehead.

I sighed in slight relief as my headache seemed to alleviate somehow.

"Jonathon Mercer Smith, adopted son of Xenophilius Lovegood, age seventeen, born on the fifteen of July." I nodded as I leaned back into the back rest of the chair. At least it's comfy.

"Suspected to be working for the Death Eaters."

I chuckled.

"Nay nay, mister official."

He frowned.

"According to what the officials who were present reported, you stated that you had a job from the Dark Lord himself."

I yawned.

"Nope. It was a lie, which worked too fabulously if even you government officials believed it."

His frowned deepened even more.

"I am willing to swear on my magic, take veritaserum, get threatened into having to lick the toilets of every country, get tortured, etcetera etcetera."

I sighed at his still disbelieving look.

"Look, I was cornered by some drunk men, I saw what I thought to be a Dark Mark on the forearms of all of them, I made a lie that I hoped would buy time for government officials to arrive to save me, and I made assumptions on their Dark Lord, I told them I was tasked with infiltrating the French diplomat's family, which is also a lie, and I bought enough time for you guys to arrive. And get stunned." I added as an afterthought.

He still didn't believe me.

This twat.

"You can ask Fleur Delacour about the cornering part, the rest I'm not sure since I told her to run from a group of ten drunken and sex driven fiends. And I'm still open with using veritaserum. I happen to be of legal age so I do have the rights to demand that I am innocent using veritaserum, but I'm also too young for any Occlumency shields to be set up to the level of being able to resist veritaserum. If you come up with some bullshit about how there's no veritaserum here and I can't use it to proof my innocence, then what about the guys who has a Dark Mark on his forearm?"

He checked the file he had in front of him, before getting up.

"I'm sure we can procure some veritaserum for you."

He left, but in came another.

Sigh.

"Mister Smith, I am a legal representative of our French diplomat, Jean Delacour. I'm sure you have met him?"

At my nod, he continued.

"For legal records sake, what were you doing with Fleur Delacour at ten in the evening to eleven in the evening a kilometer away from your tents?"

Well, time to troll the shit out of Jean now.

"We were practicing."

"Practicing what, exactly?"

"Oh you know, stuff kids my age practice. Hot and heavy stuff usually." I scratched my neck.

"Well, hot for me, I suppose. I can't really speak on her behalf."

The lawyer's eyes widened ever so slightly, and I could hear faint mutterings next to me.

"Could you elaborate further?"

I pretended to think about it.

"Yeah sure, why not? We got to a small empty part of the forest, where she took off her jacket and I pulled out my wand."

I could see his body tensing up, and glancing to my right.

"She proceeded to throw fire balls at me and I had to banish or douse them to prevent the trees from catching on fire."

The lawyer blinked.

The swearing next to me stopped.

I grinned.

"What were you thinking we did last night?"

He seemed flustered, judging by his blubbering.

"You may use Priori Incantatem to verify the spells I used last night. And I assure you I am still a virgin, and plan to be for the next few years."

He got up abruptly, thanked me, and left.

I smiled.

"Well that was fun. I need to troll people more, that felt fantastic." I thought out loud.

The next few minutes were of me humming and tapping on the table, watching the guard at the door fidget whenever I stared at him for too long and just plain boredom.

The door opened, and the first official came in.

"We have verified your words with miss Delacour, and you are free to go."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Give me veritaserum to proof myself innocent god damn it." He was surprised.

"If I gave my statement of not being affiliated with the Dark Lord without the influence of veritaserum, it would be dismissed, and fear of the Dark Lord would start to spread as people would think I really meant those words. So give me the damn potion."

He nodded hesitantly, before procuring a tiny bottle from his pocket.

He dripped three drops into my mouth, which I swallowed.

"What is your name?"

"Jonathon Mercer Smith."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"Are you affiliated with the Dark Lord in any way, shape or form? In terms of contracts, both magical and non-magical?"

"No."

"Do you plan to infiltrate any government posts or offices?"

"No."

"Do you have an interest in my daughter?"

"Yes."

Wait what?

"Jean Delacour, you aren't supposed to question him."

I laughed.

"And the thirty seconds of veritaserum has just ran out." The government official pointed out.

"You have recorded down everything I said, no? Then it'll be sufficient to get me out of any Dark Lord business for the next few years or so, until some idiot wants to get me into trouble and uses last night's incident to put me in jail." I thought out loud.

"You are… surprisingly insightful for a young man of seventeen."

"Nah, not insightful. Just speculating or predicting future events with a very small degree of accuracy, there's a difference. And good morning to you, Jean." I said cheekily.

He glared at me.

"You little bastard…"

He held his wand up to my chest menacingly.

"If you hurt my little flower, I will make sure your body will flow out of whatever casket they put you in. Understood?"

I blinked.

"Isn't that a tad extreme? Plus I'm interested in her as a friend, not romantically. Maybe after a few months of hanging out, but not two days, that's for sure."

He still held his glare, before leaving.

When I returned to the tent, the Delacour's tent was already gone.

Heh, over protective father much?

"Jon! Where were you?" Luna asked, obviously concerned as she checked my body for injuries.

"I'm fine Luna, just got caught up by some idiots. Why are you packing up?"

The bags were outside and dad was in the middle of dismantling the tent.

"The Ministry officials told us to move closer to the stadium. There was an attack in the woods apparently, and for security sake we need to move."

Hahaha, if only she knew what happened.

We moved closer to the masses, and went to some tent restaurant for a late breakfast, which served surprisingly good waffles.

After breakfast, Xenophilius took Luna to wonder around and see the shops, whilst I stayed at our tent to watch out for any Nargles from stealing our stuff. Which meant that I needed to watch out for any thieves.

I laid in bed, listening to music whilst watching the entrance.

It gets boring after a while, just listening to music and watching a flap.

'Master, I found a library for Daedra Magic!' Jane's childish voice made me jump.

Oh, good.

Do you think you could learn from some tomes on any useful spells? Like healing, summoning weapons and stuff like that?

'Sure!'

The link between us went silent.

Sheesh, I need to play with Jane more, it's not fair for me to keep asking her to do stuff for me.

…

This is getting boring…

Now I regret not following them to go explore the shops.

Well, I could…

I quickly wrote in the tome I had.

'Can I perform any spells to ensure no one can get into this tent?'

A locking charm wrote itself on its pages.

Good.

I casted the charm over the flap, and wrote a note in a special ink only Luna could see with her Spectrespecs before sticking it onto the flap.

There, now I can roam the world!

Cue evil laughter and lightning!

But judging by the grey clouds overhead…

I hate my luck sometimes.

I went back to the tent and casted a water repelling charm on the note I left, before going back to explore.

Various shops had already opened, but they seemed to be running low on merchandise.

Well, luckily I have a pouch of Galleons, should I find anything I fancy.

*Twenty minutes later*

This is getting repetitive now.

I'm sure I walked past that store selling Omniculars twelve times now.

Argh, maybe I should head back and laze in bed again.

Plus the light drizzle might make me fall sick.

I scoffed.

I'm a wizard now, and that means stronger immune system.

I hope.

Sigh…

Well, maybe I'll take a right now…

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

And immediately bump into someone.

Oh it's Fleur and her mother.

"Good afternoon ladies." I bowed my head slightly.

Apoline seemed surprised at the sight of me, and Fleur ducked her head down.

"Good afternoon to you too." Apoline's voice was filled with amusement.

"I hope I didn't hurt you too much yesterday. Pain is not usually associated with a Veela's allure."

"Oh no, I'm fine. May I add that you speak wonderful English."

She chuckled.

"Thank you. Fleur over here was telling me about what happened last night."

Her eyes twinkled.

Oh god.

"I hope it was your first time as well."

"What?"

"She told me all that happened last night, the hot action." Fleur seemed to imitate Gabrielle, and hid further behind her mother's back.

"Although, I can advice you on the proper forms and positions, if you like?"

…

Jon dot exe has crashed.

Rebooting system.

…

I couldn't help it.

I laughed like mad.

Here's an old lady who looked thirty, offering advice to a young man who she thinks sexed her daughter.

"I'm so sorry." I gasped. "But it's just too funny."

She frowned, genuinely concerned.

"What do you mean?"

She wanted to say more but I cut her off with a wave, whilst still laughing.

Fleur shrunk even more.

"We didn't do anything of that nature, Madame."

She raised an eyebrow.

"But the way she described it, and how her father reacted-"

"It must have been a huge misunderstanding. I went out last night by myself to practice magic, and Fleur must have heard me walking and decided to join me. It led to the group of drunkards cornering us, and well you know the rest."

I couldn't see Fleur anymore, behind her mother's back.

"Oh? Well, I apologize. It seems Fleur needs to learn how to phrase her words properly in the presence of her parents."

Oh, how I pitied her.

"But seriously, between the both of us," the indignant cry of 'Maman!' behind her was ignored, "Would you do it if you had the chance?"

Hm…

"Well, if we knew each other for either an extensively long time or developed those feelings for each other quickly, and mutually want to do it, then yes. But if either of us don't want to, then no."

She seemed satisfied with the answer.

"You have my approval. Now, don't let this old lady hinder two 'friends'." She said right before she left Fleur alone with me.

Her face was bright red, which contrasted her azure eyes.

"Well, your parents seem… nice, I guess?"

She looked away.

"Did you mean it when you said you would… do it?"

I shrugged.

"Why not? You're a beautiful young lady and I had the pleasure of knowing the person past the physical appearances. If our relationship were to escalate from friends to being romantically involved, I wouldn't mind. But I follow the general rule of 'No sex within the first week of knowing each other'. Besides, with your father willingness to castrate me and your mother's innate ability to make me feel physically discomfort to the point of knocking me unconscious," I shrugged. "I doubt I would want to even entertain the notion of playing with your feelings."

She suddenly wrapped her left hand into my right.

"Thank you."

It felt nice.

"No problem."

Should I?

Probably shouldn't.

…

Alright, trolling shallst commence.

I smiled wickedly.

"My flower."

She inhaled sharply.

"It was my father, wasn't it?"

"Yeeeeap." I popped the 'p'.

She started grumbling under her breath, which I found to be endearingly adorable.

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