Chapter 2

A day had passed since the new students had moved into school, Harry had no idea what they did during the day, they were few in number, so they were probably being taught mostly by their own teachers and because they were all, except for the one young girl, seventeen, so they were also content with self-studies as well no doubt, but he had to admit he was curious to know whether he was right or not.

He was in his new defence against the dark arts lesson with his new teacher. "Alastor Moody" the teacher wrote his name quickly and in scruffy handwriting that was barely legible on the chalk board. "Ex-Auror, ministry malcontent and your new defence against the dark arts teacher" he said as part of his introduction. "I am here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye, the end" he paced forward from the board so that he was atop the steps. "Any questions?"

His odd eye looked everywhere, it was no doubt magical, the silence was threatening, no one wanted to speak to him considering that everyone knew of his exploits. "When it comes to the dark arts I believe in a practical approach." He continued. "But first, which of you can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?"

"Three, obviously" Nathan answered in a way that suggested that the answer should be obvious to anyone asking the question.

Moody glared at the obviously arrogant kid. "And they are so named?" he asked, with underlying hatred for the boy.

"Obviously, it is because they're seen us unforgivable, the use of them will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban." Nathan answered. "But the ministry thinks that we're too young to even see what these curses do so we have no idea what to expect when they do happen. Pathetic really."

"They're seen as too cruel, that's why they don't want us to see." Harry argued. Moody eyed the two brothers; their opinions were clearly very different.

"Too cruel?" Nathan scoffed. "The world is cruel little brother, you need to expect to see cruel things, whether they happen or not you need to prepare, after everything we've experienced over the years you should know that better than anyone." The two brothers glared at them, their eyes conflicting, everyone knowing that they were rivals in many respects. "We need to know what we are up against."

"I agree." Moody interrupted. Everyone snapping to look at him. "You need to be prepared. So, which curse shall we see first?" he asked. He waited for less than a second. "Weasley!" Ron sprung from his seat beside Nathan, earning a grin from his so-called friend.

"Yes?" Ron looked terrified.

"Give us a curse" he all but whispered to the terrified ginger.

"Well, my dad did tell me about one. The Imperius Curse" he suggested, speaking slowly and with clear hesitation as he thought about his answer before giving it.

"Oh yeah, your father would know all about that." Moody remarked as he wrote the name of the curse on the chalkboard "Gave the ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why."

He walked over to a table where he removed a glass case from something, taking from inside an interesting creature that looked much like a spider. "Lovely little beauty" he said as he looked at the creature more closely. The class didn't agree with him at all, when they saw what it was they all shared confused glances, they thought that it looked horrible. "Engorgio" he made the insect larger, so that it was larger than his hand. "Imperio!" he used his wand and moved it through the air onto Dean's desk, then moved it, while everyone watched it, fly onto Crabbe's face.

He kept moving it around the room, while the students kept laughing at whoever it happened to land on. "Don't worry. It's completely harmless" he laughed as he moved it around. He seemed to take pleasure from every scared reaction of the students.

"If she bites… she's lethal!" he laughed as he dropped the creature on to Ron. Draco's laugh became much louder, so he moved it to him next. "What are you laughing at?" he laughed as he did.

"G-Get it off! Get it off!" he panicked, Goyle began trying to knock it off his face without hitting Draco, but he couldn't seem to knock it off. "Talented, isn't she? What should I have her do next?" he moved the creature to the window. "Jump out the window?" his tone declined from its cheery one, becoming more serious as the class slowly stopped laughing. "Drown herself?" he hung the creature over a jar of water that was absent its lid. "Burn herself?" then moving her to a hovering position above a candle. The creature's legs moved frantically in both situations, trying to escape the water or flames, the cruel fate that she was being forced into.

In silence he moved it back to his hand. "Many witches and wizards have claimed that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding under the influence of the Imperius Curse. But there was a problem with it, can anyone tell me what?"

Hermione raised her hand. "There was no way to tell who was lying and who was genuinely effected by the curse."

"Correct." He then waited before asking for another curse. He ended up picking Neville who was reluctant to mention the Crucisatus Curse. Moody had no problem with using the curse on the creature, Neville forced to stand and watched as it twisted in pain. "Particularly nasty. The torture curse. Crucio!" he repeated the curse and a wave of pain passed over the creature again and gave it more pain. Neville's face was pushed to torment.

Hermione could see the pain on her boyfriend's face and couldn't contain herself. "Stop it! Can't you see its bothering him? Stop it!" But Moody seemed to be in some form of a trance, fixed on the power he held over the creature.

"Avada Kedavra!" Nathan cast the curse. The green light of the curse striking the creature much to the surprise of everyone. "The killing curse, the last of the three and survivable." He filled in the class.

"Ah, Nathan Potter." Moody looked at the boy, then to his brother. "Only two have ever been known to survive this curse" he paced to the desk of Harry and looked at them again. "Both of them are sitting in this room." Harry didn't shy away from the eye contact, his emerald eyes met Moody's head on, unwavering and the glare of his brother was no different.

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"Who is he?" Fleur asked one of her friends in French as they sat at the end of the Ravenclaw table, the students from her school all together. Her friend looked up from the table and over to the direction that Fleur was looking, a younger boy with black hair, talking to one of his friends, looking through a gap between two people they couldn't make out all of his face, but his emerald eyes were apparent, clear.

"I am not sure, we could ask someone?" She suggested, smiling slightly. "Why do you want to know?" she asked with genuine curiosity. Fleur never asked about anyone, but from the way she was looking at the boy she was quite intrigued.

"Nothing, I was just wondering" her friend could see that there was something more to it, so she gave Fleur a look that conveyed that sentiment. "Fine…" she gave a sigh, caving to the look her friend was giving her. "It is because he has never once stared at me… he is somehow different, I think he is immune to my Allure."

"Really?" her friend made a doubletake of the boy. "Okay, now I'm curious as well" she and Fleur resumed eating, but they gave the idea of finding out who he was some thought.

After the meal Fleur became nervous, she and the others that wanted to enter the tournament went to the cup together, all of them entering, and she was immediately subject to the stares of the male students, every one of them like they were drooling, she didn't meet any of their gazes, not wanting to encourage any of them to pursue some kind of lustful action.

One by one they placed the paper with their names on into the cup, the paper being absorbed by the blue flame, it accepted each one of them. When it came to her turn she hesitated slightly, but the words of her headmistress echoed, and she dropped the blue, delicate, piece of paper into the flame. Letting out a sigh as she watched it disappear.

As she was leaving she caught the sight of the familiar boy with untamed hair, she couldn't help a small smile on the end of her lips as she recognised that he was the only one not staring at her with hungry eyes, instead he was content on reading a book.

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Fleur was nervous, she needed to be the one selected for her school. She wanted it to improve the other members of her school views on her, but a lot of people had entered so she feared that she wouldn't be the one. She noticed that everyone who had entered was nervous, other than that everyone else seemed excited to find out who would be competing. Most people had taken their seats when the doors opened, and the final stragglers entered, which included the boy she had taken an interest in and someone that looked a lot like him beside him, maybe a brother.

"Harry!" a brunette called out to him, she was sitting with a boy who was holding a herbology book in his hands, reading it intently. The black-haired boy heard her voice and came over to her, they were obviously friends from the smiles the three shared, the other boy joined a ginger boy who had been staring at her since she entered, he was freaking her out, thankfully the new boy hit him in the arm and made him look away.

So, his name is Harry? She thought as he watched. Then Dumbledore stood, holding out his hand to retrieve silence from the room. "Now the moment you've all be waiting for." He started, everyone hurriedly calmed down and all watched him, except Fleur, who couldn't explain why she was glued to the younger boy she had just learned the name of. "The Champion selection" her fixed gaze was moved to the teacher as she was hit with a wave of pressure and nerves when he moved his hand to quell the lights, turning them down until they were no larger than the flickering light of a candle.

He walked around the cup, touching it carefully before moving to the side, eyes had moved from him to the cup and the blue flame that burned brightly enough to bathe the room in its light. The flame then transformed, becoming a red colour and spitting out a piece of paper with burned edges. "The Durmstrang champion is… Viktor Krum!" he announced, the cheers of the school that the champion belonged to exploded, they all got up and congratulated Krum.

He came from his seat and shook Dumbledore's hand. Then he was ushered into a different room.

It was her schools turn next, her nerves smelling to their max. The flame, which had returned to blue, changed to red and spat out another piece of paper, this time blue and more ornate looking, barely touched by the flames. "The champion of Beauxbatons… is Fleur Delacour!" he announced, Fleur was happy, but at the same time incredibly nervous. Her classmates all began clapping, as she got up and went to Dumbledore. She gave a smile, but she was truthfully only hiding what she was feeling.

She was guided into a much smaller room where Krum was waiting, he looked at her but neither of them spoke, he averted his eyes quickly. His expression hadn't changed much since his arrival from what she had seen, aside from his slight smile when he had been called out as the champion. The room was filled with many cases, each filled with varying trophies for many things, the room lit by dim torches along the wall, almost as small as Dumbledore had made the others in the room they had been selected in, but extra light also came from a warm fire.

The door soon opened, Cedric Digory entered. "Hey" he greeted the other two as he entered. He offered his hand which Fleur took, introducing herself and he then did the same with Krum.

They waited for another few minutes for the professors to arrive, as they did Fleur looked around at the trophy cases, while Krum remained by the fireplace. Cedric watched the door, probably nervous just as she was.

She found herself in front of a case where she noticed the name Harry Potter along with several others, etched into gold that belonged to the Quidditch cup. Is this him? She thought, she hadn't notice the scar that Harry Potter was supposed to possess, but it was possible that it had been covered from her sight.

The door creaked open and the boy in question stepped inside. "Do zey want us back in ze hall?" she asked, doing her best to sound like a champion should, but he gave no answer, he instead leaned against a wall. She couldn't help a small frown as he ignored her, anyone else would have answered.

Cedric then stepped forward. "Harry, what is it?" he asked, he didn't speak as she had, he spoke to him more like an equal. Then the door burst open.

"You're about to find out" the boy said.

"Extraordinary" Bagman muttered as he raced to Harry. "Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen… lady" he added approaching the fireside where the others had become gathered, pulling Harry with him. "May I introduce, as incredible as it may seem, the fourth Triwizard champion!" he announced to them.

Krum straightened immediately, the surprise evident on his expression along with his disbelief. Cedric's head swivelled between Harry, his shock displayed on his wide-eyed expression. Fleur couldn't believe him either, maybe it was a joke, after all how could they expect a fourteen-year-old boy to compete and endanger his life. It had to be a joke.

"Oh, very funny joke, Meester Bagman."

"Joke?" Bagman replied to her commented. "This is no joke. No, no, no, not at all! Harry's name came out of the Goblet of Fire!" he informed, his elated manner never calming down as he spoke.

How could it be happening? She looked at the boy who seemed so fragile, so weak, how could he be expected to compete in a tournament that would most likely kill him. He was too young. "But evidently zair 'as been a mistake," she said while keeping her eyes pinned on Harry. "'E cannot compete. 'E is only a little boy."

The boy's face then suddenly changed, passing from slightly afraid to a defiant glare that made her instantly regret her words. It was clear that she had hurt him. It was clear through the emerald eyes which now had a fire behind them as he glared at her sky-blue eyes.

The idea that he had cheated to enter made her feel like she had been betrayed, as a result she had lost her temper and now she felt as though she was the one who had betrayed him. But why did she feel that way when she had only learned his name minutes before?

"Well… it is amazing!" Bagman continued. Each of their heads snapped back to the door as it opened. From it poured all of the professors that were the heads of their schools, along with McGonagall, Snape and Moody.

"I protest!" a voice came as they made their way over. Dumbledore grabbed Harry.

"Harry" he said as he grabbed two handfuls of his clothes and pushed him into one of the cases as he looked at him forcefully. "Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?" he asked, he wasn't asking very kindly, almost like he was ready to force the answer from him.

Madame Maxime kept saying that she protested until she had caught up to Dumbledore, along with the others. "No sir" Harry rejected the idea, strangely there wasn't as much fear in him as one would expect from being questioned by a headmaster for something as serious as the current problem.

"Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you?" Dumbledore continued to push.

"No sir!" he then pushed Dumbledore off of him, mush to the surprise of everyone. "And I don't get why you think I would. Apparently, I'm just a little boy." he shot Fleur a stare that could kill. "I thought that this was going to be the year I finally did have to fight something that was trying to kill me, why the fuck would I want to do this stupid tournament that means absolutely nothing."

"But of course 'e is lying" Madame Maxime protested.

"The hell he is!" Moody entered the conversation. "The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object. Only an exceptionally powerful Confundus Charm could've hoodwinked it. Magic that lies way beyond the talent of a fourth year." He argued on Harry's behalf, placing himself between Harry and the other teachers.

"You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad-Eye" Karkaroff entered the conversation, seemingly picking a fight with Mad-Eye. He practically spat the name of the man he was talking to.

"It was once my job to think as wizards do, Karkaroff. Perhaps you remember."

"This doesn't help, Alastor." Dumbledore cut through them to end the argument. They all then looked to Crouch to make the decision. "Leave this to you, Barty."

"The rules are absolute. The Goblet of Fire constitutes a binding magical contract. Mr Potter has no choice. He is, as of tonight, a Triwizard champion. Everyone, teachers and champions looked to Harry, but he gave a scoff and left.


Harry/Fleur

Harry/Harem

I am undecided between these two options. I want to have Fleur no matter what, she and Harry are my favourite pairing in the franchise, so that is no negotiable, but I would be open to the harem idea as I find it interesting. I have a plan for both options. I will be asking my IRL friends to tell me what they think in addition to the reviews on this… if I get any.