Harry Potter and Morpheus's Plea

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Occasional bad language, action violence, fluff, spoilers for those who have not read the books & ooc main characters.

Standard Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling and do not own any of the copyrights to any borrowed characters or locations used in this work and this is not written for profit. All other known characters and locations borrowed in this work belong to their respective copyright owners.

Authors note:

Chapter 1: The Beginning

A few days had passed since Harry had cast the ritual and while the rest of the school was as spiteful as ever, Fleur seemed to have mellowed. While she had not approached him, he had noticed her gaze on him a few times. Breakfast that day proved a trial as Harry noticed many people in the great hall sporting bright red badges with the slogan.

Support Cedric Diggory

The Real Hogwarts Champion.

It turned out that Malfoy was behind them as when he arrived for potions that day he found the blonde waiting for him along with his usual gang.

'Like them Potter? That's not all they do, check this out.'

He pressed his finger into the badge and Harry watched as the badges changed to read.

Potter Stinks

The nearby gang laughed before Harry sighed.

'Oh how clever, for an 8 year old Malfoy, so I stink do I? Well I can take a shower to solve that problem. But there's nothing that can solve the fact that you're a spineless inbred moron who can't do anything for himself. What was it this time? Bribe some Ravenclaws to make these?'

Draco drew his wand, 'filthy halfblood, I'll show you to respect your betters.'

Harry laughed as he drew his own wand, 'my betters? You? In your dreams.'

Draco screamed, 'Densaugeo!' just asHarry calmly snapped off a quick disarming charm and watched as the spells hit in mid-air and deflected. Harry's hitting Goyle in the chest and blasting him into Pansy sending both to the floor while Hermione was struck in the face.

Snape arrived to an uproar and docked Gryffindor thirty points before herding the class into the dungeon. Harry found it hard to concentrate on the lesson, his concern for Hermione eating into his concentration. Collin Creevey provided a surprising distraction when he burst into the room and passed a message requesting Harry's presence. Snape was reluctant to let Harry go but finally gave in, and Harry was almost grateful for the tournament as he hurried upstairs.

He followed Collin to a room where Ludo Bagman was speaking with a blonde witch dressed in violet. Fleur and Cedric were in conversation, though he did notice their gaze on him and wondered if they were talking about him, while Viktor was in a corner by himself.

Ludo looked up, 'ah, here he is, champion number four, in you come Harry. Nothing to worry about, just the wand weighing ceremony, the others will be here any moment.'

Ludo explained the procedure and introduced Rita Skeeter, Harry finally laying eyes on the woman who he knew by reputation to be one of the most infamous reporters in Britain. She soon asked for an interview in in a stroke of either inspiration or madness he said.

'Yes, but on one condition, you report exactly what I say, word for word, no quick quotes quill. You want my story, fine. But it's time somebody wrote it properly, alright.'

Rita seemed to consider Harry's offer before saying, 'fine.'

'Good, come on then.'

Harry walked outside and quickly found an empty room and began.

'Fire away then Rita.'

Harry returned to the room with the others, after telling his side of the story so far to Rita, explaining how she had been entered and how few believed him even after he had sworn a magical oath. Rita looked quite pleased by the end and promised publication as soon as possible. Dumbledore was waiting with a wizard Harry had only seen once before, Ollivander the wand maker.

Ollivander bade Fleur to come up first and Harry listened as Ollivander began.

'Hmm, interesting,' he twirled it carefully and saw the pink and gold sparks, 'Rosewood, nine and a half inches and containing….'

Fleur explained, 'a hair from ze 'ead of a veela, one of my grandmuzzers.'

Ollivander continued, 'A core I have never used myself, I find it makes for quite temperamental wands.'

He used the wand to conjure roses and gave them to Fleur along with her wand before he continued with Viktor and Cedric before finally calling.

'Harry Potter, come here please.'

Harry walked up to Ollivander and passed his wand to the old man and listened as he said.

'Aaah yes, how well do I remember this wand.'

Harry remembered the day all too vividly when he walked into the shop and tried almost every wand the old man had in the store before finally being chosen by the wand he now carried.

'Eleven inches, holly and containing the feather of a phoenix. Probably one of my finest creations this wand and I can see it has been used well and… Oh my, how interesting.

Ollivander used the wand to produce a fountain of wine before passing it back and saying, 'would you object if I were to send a letter to you, your wand is in fine condition but I believe with a little help you could be capable of some truly astonishing things.'

Harry shivered, the man giving off that slightly odd vibe he remembered for when he bought his wand.

Rita insisted on photos which took a while as there was a lot of shuffling around as Bozo kept trying to get Fleur to the forefront much to her dislike and Madam Maxine tended to drown everybody else out. Eventually it was over and Harry turned to leave the room and began to head down to the great hall. However before he'd gotten very far he felt himself being grabbed from behind, he tried to struggle but found the grip too strong to escape from.

'I'm sorry for zis mon Chevalier but I must do eet, for both our sakes.'

He recognized the voice immediately, but before he could shake off her grip he heard her whisper strange words in a language he had no understanding of. As if in a daze he felt himself being turned around. Saw the look of intense concentration on her face and saw her hand, a blue glow in her palm as she thrust it forward and struck him in the chest. The spell, if that's what it was knocked him back and he felt her lower him to the floor gently and felt her breath in his ear as she whispered to him.

'I am so sorry 'Arry, I 'ad no idea of just how noble you truly are, please forgive me….'

He blacked out and the next thing he noticed was the feeling of starched sheets and the familiar disinfectant smell of the Hospital wing.

'Ahh Mr Potter, I do believe this beats your record. So what was it this time?'

Harry sat up and looked over at Madam Pomfrey, he wasn't sure how to explain what happened and strangely had no desire to get Fleur in trouble after she'd finally apologized and so shrugged and said.

'No idea, somebody grabbed me from behind and the next thing I remember was waking up in here. They must have stunned me or something'

Madam Pomfrey sighed, 'I wish Albus would do something about all these fights in the hallways, but whatever hit you was no stunning spell. I have never seen anything like it before.'

Harry looked alarmed, 'Oh crap, what did she do to me?'

His alarm must have shown on his face and so Madam Pomfrey continued, 'don't worry, whatever it was doesn't seem to have hurt you, in fact my scans show you're actually more healthy than before. So as long as you're feeling alright you can go after you've had something to eat.'

'Who found me and how long was I out?'

'Albus found you, and it's been a few hours, you just missed dinner I'm afraid.'

She brought out a platter of food that Harry ate hungrily, his missing lunch pushing his appetite to near Ron's level. Once he'd finished, he left the hospital wing and was cornered by Hermione once he got back to the common room. She drew him to a less crowded corner of the space and hissed.

'What happened to you? The most absurd rumours have been flying around all day, people have been saying the Hufflepuffs put you in the hospital.'

Harry shrugged, 'well it wasn't the Hufflepuffs, and actually it was Fleur. Don't really know what she did to me, but she said something weird when she grabbed me.'

Hermione was astonished, 'What? Why would she do that, it doesn't make any sense.'

'I know, she called me "Her Chevalier", and she even apologized. She said something really strange though, she said that she had to do it for both our sakes.'

Harry had seen Hermione surprised before but never to the extent showing now. She was struggling to form words and her eyes were wide with shock. Finally she choked out,

'Oh Harry, I don't know what is going on here, but be careful. Fleur must have a good reason for this, I'll check the library see if there's anything on Veela that might explain what she's up to.'

'Same old Hermione, but that's what I love her for.'

The task drew closer, Harry spending hour after hour in the library with Hermione studying past tournaments and their tasks in an attempt to figure out a plan for what was coming. Rita Skeeter had kept her word and when the Daily Prophet article about the tournament came out it included a section which contained Harry's interview. It helped to reduce the amount of angry mutterings but there were still a few of the Support Cedric Diggory badges among his most vocal critics. Harry had begun to notice some strange occurrences that he privately thought had something to do with the spell Fleur had used on him. His appetite had increased, his magic seemed to be slowly growing stronger and a few recurring dreams involving foggy surroundings, snakes with red eyes being attacked by birds and a female figure never quite in plain sight had entered into his thoughts. A Hogsmeade trip was set about a week before the task and Harry and Hermione went, along with most of the school. Though Harry was attracting far less anger, he had his invisibility cloak close to hand in case he decided on an early exit. Upon entering the three broomsticks Harry noticed Hagrid deep in conversation with Professor Moody, the scarred ex auror walking away as Harry approached Hagrid after buying drinks for himself and Hermione.

'Harry, meet me at midnight tonight at me hut, wear yeh cloak.'

He left and Hermione asked.

'What was that about?'

Harry sipped his tankard of butterbeer before he commented,

'I don't know, but I've got a bad feeling about it.'

'Why?' Asked Hermione

'I'm not sure.'

So later on that night, after Ron managed to interrupt a floo call from Sirius and Harry managed to sneak down to Hagrid's hut he whispered

'You're ere, good, now I've got summat to show yeh, put yeh cloak on and keep quiet.'

Harry did as he said and followed him as he led the way towards the Beauxbatons carriage, he became a little annoyed as Hagrid picked up Madam Maxime and led the way seemingly on a romantic stroll, but as they passed the lake, Harry froze and almost fainted at the sight before him

Dragons, four huge vicious fire breathing dragons were rearing up on their hind legs and firing massive bursts of flame as they roared loudly in anger, thirty odd wizards were working to try and control them. Harry watched one of them break off and come up to Hagrid after they'd stunned the beats.

He recognized Charlie Weasley who described the dragons before he sighed.

Why they asked for nesting mothers I have no clue, but I'm really worried about what's going to happen once Harry faces this lot. I never had it in me to tell mum what's coming.'

Harry grinned and deciding that Hagrid probably wouldn't miss him, he left and hurried back up to the tower. Finally glad that at least he had a chance now he knew what was coming for him.