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Angel and Champions
The Drama
Chapter II
The next day
After a forced election to become the secondary Hogwarts's Champions yesterday. Harry tried to piece together the blurred details and recollections of the accident with his best friend, Ron Weasley.
Harry couldn't believe it was happening. They had been best friends since first-year. It however, didn't seem to be the case any more. What they had and gone through together. Ron had either forgotten, or that he didn't care about Harry's words any more.
Looking at the bed where his best friend should had been sleeping, only to find it empty with the trace of someone had left it rather quickly. Ron had been angry. He believed Harry had entered himself with the selfish act of not telling how to. Not even Harry's pleading and the detail of being the school's champion was a death sentence to him, could change Ron's accusations of him lying.
There were nothing Harry could do. He didn't know how to make Ron believing him. It sadness him more then ever. The feeling of betrayal. Nothing could change the feeling of loosing his first friendship. He would do anything to have his friend back. anything...
He picked up jeans and a shirt to put on. It was still warm outside, so Harry thought his cloak would provide him the necessary heat, if the temperature suddenly fell. Gazing down on himself. He realized that his clothes were hanging loosely on his body. It was only his perfected custom made cloak, that seemed to help him hiding the fact, that his clothes were too big.
"Harry, I..."
Harry turned to face Hermione, who was standing at the entrance. He could see the hurt in her eyes. Looking like a mess, she sighed heavily and shook her head amused.
Harry narrowed his eyes. As he didn't know, if she was shaking her head, because of his inability to match his clothes or something else...
"Ron is just being... Ron..." She defended with a forced smile. It made sense, but Harry didn't really want to talk about it. The memories were still fresh.
The way she looked at him, he knew Ron had caused her a lot of hurts. Harry knew the problem, knew the issues, "I am sorry Hermione", He paused, choosing his next words with care, "I know you believe me, so you don't need to pick side" He finally said it. He didn't want to ruin Hermione friendship with Ron.
If it did make Hermione more happy by having Ron as friend, then he would gladly step back.
"What is wrong with you!" Hermione hissed in disbelief and moved toward him. She slapped his left shoulder with her right hand, "I can't believe you!" she cried not stopping her assaulting hands, as she was continuous slapping his shoulder.
Harry felt his heart stop, as he heard the last words echoed in his mind, 'she didn't believe me?' he stepped back, away from hers attacking hand. "I thought..." Harry stuttered, barely able to hold the tears back. "I thought you believed me..."
Hermione mouth was open. She wrapped her arms around him, with her face burrowing into his chest, sobbing "I... No, Harry you... it's not that, I-"
Harry didn't embrace her back, he was stunned. In the back of his mind, he would never believe that, Hermione would think he was lying.
He pushed her away and rushed passed the shocking girl, without looking back. He heard her yelling his name, pleading for him to come back. Walking aimless away, without any destination... Before Harry knew it, he was outside, and was running toward the lake.
Angry of the world around him, he wanted to point his rage toward something, anything...
The feeling that his heart had shattered to million pierces, as his female best friends words echoed in his mind, hunting him...destroying his last sanity. Nothing could fix it now... to loose one friend was hurtful, to lose both of his friends... it destroyed him...
Finally looking behind, he saw nothing, no one was following him. The feeling of betrayal rushed back to him, this time it was hurting more than he could comprehend, as tears fell.
He missed Hermione already, deep inside, he knew she would always be by his side. He was ready to open up for her, telling her his darkest secrets... he wanted to trust her with everything. He was even grateful, when she informed him about the support of the students; Hufflepuff were probably loyal to their own and real Hogwarts's Champion. Slytherin, predictable. Ravenclaws, neutral. Griffindor, mostly supportive toward him, but did they believe him, or were just supportive because he was a Griffindor's Champion?
But now he knew better. Hermione was only supporting, didn't believe in him at all. His friends, his house-mates, classmates... none believed him...
Harry found a place nearby the lake with rocks and some trees hidden from the castle views. He took a spot on the rock, hauled his knees to his chest, before wrapping his arms around them, hugging himself. He sat there, starring toward the ship, that looked like the old British 'man-of-war' ship-of-line, without the cannons of course.
He had never let a single tear fall before, but now he couldn't stop himself. All the misery, the pains from his childhood rushed and fuelled the already fragile mind of his. Nothing could stop the onslaught, as his last defence destroyed by the act of his friends.
As memories of his life escaped from the deep of his mind, pushed him to the edge of life. The memories were destroying every piece of his newer memories, his happy thoughts. Normally the memories of his friends would have stopped it. This time, however, it was helping to destroy what happiness, he ever had obtained.
How long he had been starring at the lake, he didn't know, didn't care. He should had known it was too good to be true. After all, he didn't need friends, survived without friendship until he was eleven. No, he didn't need anyone... 'How will anyone believe or be friends with a freak like him?'...
The strong autumn wind suddenly pushed him of the rock, he fell toward the ground. Harry's mind didn't comprehend it, nor did he care.
As he was lying with his body facing upwards. He noticed the sky darkened. It was like dark clouds were pulled toward him. He shook his head and rose up, 'Stop thinking about the world revolve around you' he thought.. Dusted his clothes, and with the help of his cloak, he made himself presentable as possible. He had no desire to let anyone know about his fragile mind, and that, he had cried.
With a heavy sigh, he walked toward the castle, not showing any emotions... any thoughts were pushed back... 'not going to get hurt any more'...
The breakfast at the Great-hall was not necessary for the students of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic . To the young champion, it was a different matter.
Fleur scanned the hall with her eyes, keeping the facts hiding from her fellow students to avoid any necessary questioners and questions. She was looking for the young man, Harry Potter. Her need to look into his eyes, to see his soul again. She wanted to reassure herself, it was not a dream. Her curiosity toward him, her desire and fascination of him...Yes, she wanted to know the man behind the eyes.
She placed the facts together, provided by her memories of the few times she had seen him. She knew which house he belonged to. Griffindor was the house. But the table with where 'the lions' were sitting, there were no trace of him.
She noticed a red-haired boy, the one with the dreamlike and disguising stares. She considered him as one of Harry's friends. However, Harry was not there.
Fleur noticed that the boy was looking distracted, but it didn't matter to her. He wasn't her primary target... To tell the truth, he was not someone she craved to socialize with anyway. 'no self-control!'.
She was soon interrupted, as the large door opened and in stepped Harry Potter. His black cloak covered most of his body. If he had his hood up, he would have looked like a dark wizard, ready to destroy any one opposing him. The clothes he wears under his the cloak were a par of dark blue jeans and a grey shirt. Not really a matching set, but he was actually looking good.
He eyed the hall suspiciously. Fleur noticed that the students had stopped to do what they were doing and was looking toward him. He was getting too much attention to her liking. It was truly first now, she realised that he was actually famous. Her courage left her. She might be older than him, and didn't really care about the attention and rumours about her, but this was ridiculous even for the young witch.
When he eyed her, their eyes locked for a brief moments. There were a small glint of recognition on his eyes. Fleur was certain she imagined it, but she almost thought she saw a faint smile flicker across his emotionless face.
'Something is wrong'. She thought. It was uncharacteristic for him to act with no emotions. She didn't know him, but could tell, that he was not supposed to look like he did.
As he started to walk, Fleur suspected that he was purposely avoiding to glance back at her. Avoiding her eyes. Fleur couldn't help but felt a little disappointed by it. But she kept eyeing him, like probably the rest of the great-hall. There was no need of concealing herself from doing it. Pretending that she didn't think, he was captivating to look at.
A girl with bushy brown hair rose from her seats, walked over to him. She acknowledged her as the girl he used to be with. They were too far for her to hear them, but she succeeded to read the girl's lips.
'Harry' Fleur thought, it seemed like the girl was pleading. The eyes she gave Harry, it was making Fleur a little discomfort. To Fleur, it seemed that they had been a couple, and the girl was trying to get them back together. Her pleading eyes, the sorry expression on her face. Even her body-language, looked like she just wanted to throw herself into the arms of the wizard in front of her.
Harry shook his head. Fleur noticed the shocking expression from his house-mates, and the girl in front of him. She detected that the girl didn't even had a chance to say more then his name. But her face and her eyes displayed the unbearable pains the girl had received from his rejection.
The bushy-haired girl looked like her body was going to be shattered in pieces... She could see the anxieties in the girls face. She looked like a girl that had just given her heart, only to end up seeing it threw back at her face.
Fleur mentally searched for her memories of the encounter. She looked at the memories a few times, and made sure that she didn't miss anything. After rechecking them, she realized that the girl only had said one word, 'probably his name'.
She was standing there frozen like a statue. A red-haired girl came and lay an arm around her, after Harry had walked away, but the girl squirmed out of the younger girl arm. Starting to walk, she walked away with an empty expression. Fleur even feared for the girl, concerned that the said girl would do something she would later regret.
The red-haired boy, Fleur disliked, came rushed toward the heartbroken girl. To the shock of Fleur's, but not much to the students of Hogwarts, the girl took her wand out and pointed it at the said boy. It made him fall on his butt. A laugh escaped from some of the students.
Fleur looked around to see who were laughing. But as her eyes returned, the bushy-haired girl was gone... only a red-faced boy remained. Looking puzzled and in disbelief of what had just happen.
Not really interested in the boy, she scouted the table and found Harry sitting alone. His fellow house-mates seemed to leave him, probably out of fear.
As Fleur examined him, she realized that he was not the same boy she saw yesterday. He looked broken and hardened in the same time. 'Forced to grow up', she thought.
The fear of the same rejection crossed her mind. Even now, she could predict the rumours, if she ever desired to put her plan in motion. 'They would probably blame me for the breakup'. She said to herself. Sighed heavily, she frowned over her own lack of planning-skills.
Fleur wanted to talk to him. She wanted to know him better, but she couldn't find a way to do it. Well, not without any form for accidents or misunderstandings. 'I need to get him alone, and an excuse to talk to him!" Fleur exclaimed in her head.
["Fleur?"] Someone called and prevented her from giving it another thoughts.
["Yes?"] She said and turned around to face Jean. She was a year older than Fleur, a girl with brown hair with blond highlight.
["Madame Maxine had informed me, that all champions need to go to the hospital wings to be mentally and physical checked at 12 o'clock, midday. After the health check, the champions would be informed about the tournaments."] Jean informed with a smile before she walked away.
Fleur was going to nod 'a thanks', but the girl had already left.
An idea formed in her mind, as she gazed toward where Harry was supposed to be sitting, but he was gone. She blinked a few times, not sure what to believe. He was sitting there a few moments ago, and she had only turned away for a brief second. Shocked by the fact that she had missed him leaving the hall. She shrugged and returned to plan her second encounter with Harry...
Harry rushed outside and was heading toward the lake again.
He had foreseen Ron's silent glares, and even expected Hermione's behaviours to the point, that he could stare accusingly at her without any kind of emotions. Even if he wanted to just let her hug him and be over with it. To return them back to the way it was before. He couldn't just pretend to be friend with someone that didn't believe in him; only supporting him, because it was written in some kind of best-friends rules book.
The thoughts of Ron made his blood boiled to the point, that he hit the first tree he came across with his first. The unleash of rage and pains, he had gotten from hitting the tree, were helping him escape the dark thoughts of hexing the boy to oblivion.
It was not his former best friends that made him rush out of the hall. It was the silvery blond-haired girl with the sky blue eyes, her beautiful lovely face. It was her gazing eyes, her smiling face that destroyed the wall he sat up. Fleur simple destroyed his mental shield. Sending the words, she had said yesterday into his mind, 'I believe you'.
He was going to make a statement, that he didn't need anyone in his life, but he had nearly ruined his moment by staring at the girl.
'Aaaarrgh', he screamed in his mind. He hammered the poor tree with his hands, furious that, he couldn't even stay true to his plan to be an emotionless git. He wanted to scare people away. It was working perfectly until he lay his eyes on her. First time when he entered, and second time when she was talking with a girl.
'She is only pretending, only pretending!" He repeated to himself, 'Everyone are only pretending, to be my friends, to have my trust...Just because I'm a bloody boy-who-lived!'.
He could feel the tears were ready to burst out again, but with his iron-will, the tears never escaped his eyes. He took a few deep breath, inhaled the air slowly, and was letting the fresh air circulating inside his lunges before he exhaled it out. He sighed heavily, and was feeling a lot better, now, that he managed to calm himself down.
His hands hurts, but he would survive. It was somehow better to actually hurt his hands then loose his face in the great hall. 'Not going to show any emotion, not letting anyone close...'
Closing his eyes, he sighed deeply, while counting to ten. His emotions pushed deeper into his mind. He gazed at the darkened sky. It had become darker, like storm was on the way.
The heavily wind was blowing leafs and dust at the air.
"Potter!" a Girly voice called from behind with a tone of hatred. Interrupting his trains of thoughts. He sighed annoyed over the lack of privacy. He turned around with a blank expression on his face.
His empties eyes shocked the girl, that was starting to move a little uncomfortable.
The girl was just standing there with narrowed eyes staring at him. Her Dark blond hair blew lovely to the wind. Her apple-green eyes piercing through him. She had a cute little face.
The blond-girl had her arm crossed, and Harry noticed the wand was dangerous close to her right hand. He moved his right hand just under his cloak, readying himself for any trouble.
He noticed the girl's body shifted a little, her arm loosely up, and her right hand had moved toward her wand, resting her fingertip on it.
"Yes" He answered, as he was carefully eyeing the girl. The green and silver scarf told him she was a Slytherin. His mind wandered to his memories of any encounters with the said House. He soon found the memories. She was the girl that always stood in the background, while Pansy Parkinson had been insulting him and his former friends.
The girl didn't answer, she was eyeing him carefully. Her eyes, however, kept returning to where his right hand was.
"I have come to inform you, that you are required at the Hospital wing at 12..." She said carefully, like she was choosing her words one at the time, while not leaving her eyes from his wand.
Harry snorted loudly, shook his head in disbelief.ยด, "Why should I trust a snake?" He said dryly with a hint of irritation.
The girl looked at him annoyed. She raised one of her eyebrows, before moving her left hand to her waist, and stared at him with the 'I don't care' expression, " What ever..." She said with a snobbish tone.
Harry thought the girl was going to turn around and leave him, but it was not the case. She was still eyeing, watching him. He felt like being under a microscope, so he decide to break the tension, and decided to at least try to get some more information out of the girl.
"Now tell me, what do you really want... I have other things to do then playing childish game with your snakes!" He said bored. But in the back of his mind, he was rather amused over the fact, that the girl didn't have any kind of backup or support. He was actually respecting the girl for coming alone. After all, he had never seen anyone trying to start a fight with him without having any form of backup.
Harry was ready for a fight, he had already planned what spells he would use. He waited for the girl to take her wand... only to have her...
The blond girl rolled her eyes, and with a rather stern and yet a blank look, " I don't care what you believe... It was not my intention to be some kind of a messenger... I was actually walking out of the great hall and saw Prof. McGonagall talking with Ludo Bagman... Before I knew it, the man stopped me and made me find you..."
Harry, who didn't expect her detailed answer, tilted his head in disbelief. "Thanks'" He muttered, not really sure about what to believe. She nodded to him.
There were a silent between them. Harry had assumed that they were done talking. He was just waiting for her to leave. Didn't really want to turn his back on the girl. After all, there had been to many encounters with Malfoy. Not to mention, there were far away from the castle. She could stun him and drop him somewhere, before anyone could find him, until it was too late.
The idea that the girl had come all alone was sending warning bells all around him. Either the girl was sure to be able to beat him in a duel, or that she had reinforcements nearby. Both episodes could, however, happen. He didn't know her, so anything was possible.
The ideas, that the said girl had come without any intentions to hurt him, (or at least trying to embarrass him), didn't lingered in his mind for long. It was too unbelievable for him to think, that any 'Snakes' not trying to harm in anyway exist. From his experience, he was their target number one...
The girl had not done anything to him, but she could had been the one behind the scenes. Helping her fellow 'snakes'.
"I want to make a deal with you..." She said out of the blue, it startled him so much, that he didn't even know how to response.
It took a great deal of time for Harry to settle his mind, "A deal?" He asked rather dumbly.
She rolled her eyes, her body language shifted to a more nervous state. Her fingertip was now playing with her wand.
"I have a spell book that will likely help you with the Tournaments," She said carefully.
"So you not just here to inform me?" He triumphed, "You didn't meet with Ludo Bagman, did you?" he accused the young witch.
"Yes, I did meet with him, he was rather insisting that I found you. It was not an intended benefit to act like a messenger, but it was however, a needed excuse to talk to you alone" The girl scowled, "Now what say you?"
Harry mind was wandering, nothing gave any sense to him. He shrugged and decided to play along, "What is in it to you?" He asked. He knew that no snakes were going to offer him help without any kind of catches, but he was also rather curious about the book.
He was certain that the girl face lighted up under her rather blank expression, and wondered his own wisdom for 'playing' a long.
"I want a favour from you... " She answered him, and Harry could role his eyes at her anticipated answer.
He was ready to deny, but before he could open his mouth, he was interrupted.
"You need to show me the way to the Chamber of Secrets" The girl said. Harry could see the change of the girl facial expression, she was actually looking hopeful at him.
This was unexpected to Harry. He stared at the young witch to try to determinant the girl's intends. Seeing no sign of lying, well he hoped that she was not lying. Now that, he actually thought of the Chamber, he was curious himself.
It was not really his nature to accept any deal from a Slytherin, and he believed that it might be more to it. Harry decided to ask bluntly, "Why do you want to see The Chamber of the Secrets, and why ask me now?"
The girl eyed him cautiously, "You and the Weasley are angry at each other for what I had heard and seen. Not to mention that you had just broken up with the Granger girl..."
Harry was going to protest that, he didn't breakup with Hermione, since they had never been dating, but the girl just kept talking.
"... You look like someone that want to push everyone away..." She paused a little, like she was musing about a dilemma in her her head, a whole decision-making process... She nodded rather to herself, "I can give you a book about Occlumency, to help you there" She said with a wickedly smile.
'Occulumency?...'
"Occulumency, is a mind art... help you organize your mind, and for you, be a better actor..." She answered him teasingly, probably because she saw his questioningly look.
"An actor?" He asked himself, he was sure that he had hide his emotions in the back of his mind, but if this girl could read him as a book? He needed to know more, she had gotten his attentions.
"Why are you... helping me?" He asked, it was annoying to him that he couldn't read her, as she was actually reading him. The thought of her pretending that she could read him as a book lingered, only to be push away by the knowing smirk she gave him.
"Unfortunately, by trying to reach my goal, you are getting the benefits of my rather ambitious mind. Playing a part of it. If it was for me, I shouldn't even give you those books. I couldn't care, if you survive or die in the tournament, but before you meet your end... I rather want the benefits of your secrets. If the rumours of course are true." The girl replied more detailed than he expected.
The way the girl said it, it was like she was expecting him to die... But again she was a Slytherin... it was expected after all. He had a feeling to deny her help, but a part of him wanted the help.
They way the deal was made, it sounded like some kind of business. So, he was not actually getting a friend. But as he gave it more thoughts, he wondered if he could get the books by himself, now that, he at least knew one of the books names. If he accepted the deal and end up with books anyone could get, he would be made a fool.
"Books for all my secrets?" He said carefully, eyeing the girl for any hints of betrayal, "What so special about those books?... what is stopping me from buying... Occulumency?" He asked.
The girl was looking at him with her cold expressions, before she spoke like she had predicted his little speak. "It's a family heirloom and rather dark... for Occlumency, it will normally be a Legilimency Master to teach anyone Occlumency and the other way around , taught by master from master... You will not find any book you can buy, nor will anyone give you one. The few books about it, only a few selected family have."
This was too good to be true, but it was also really a deal he couldn't really turn down, and there were nothing to loose "What do I do"
The girl eyes flickered a little, but it happened so fast that he believed he imagined it.
"Well, let start introducing ourselves shall we?" She said and reached her hand out. Harry watched her hand, not sure if he wanted to shake it.
Sighed heavily, he reached and they shook hands.
"By the way, my name is Daphne Greengrass..." The girl introduced, "Any place we can talk?" she then asked...
Harry looked at her in disbelief, wondered where she had been while they had talked, until a realization clicked in his mind, about what she was trying to say. He wondered if his newly found spot was a good place.
With a quick decisions he answered, "Yes, please follow me", and gestured her toward the area hidden from the castle.
At the hospital wing.
Fleur had hoped that the champions would meet before their health check, but everyone had their own healer and an independent healers to check them. The Hogwarts hospital wings was only providing the rooms.
She was soon guided to another room after she had finished with the needed checking.
The room was more like a class room with chairs and table.
She saw the older Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory and Viktor Krum. Disappointed that Harry was not there, she walked toward a table and sat on it.
Later the door opened and Harry walked in. She smiled at rose from her seat and walked over to him. He tilted his head curiously at her. "Arry" She exclaimed happily, she was going to hug him, but decided to stop herself in time.
But as she was closely looking at him, she was taken back by his expression. He was staring blankly at her, like he never had met her before. It was true that they only 'talked' yesterday, but something was just not right.
"I am sorry, my name is Fleur Delacour" She reached out her hand, trying to introducing herself. She didn't do it last time, so she through, that he didn't know how to response to her.
Harry nodded, not even put a smile on his face, "My name is Harry Potter, nice to meet you Miss. Delacour" He replied with a forgery tone of happiness, before taking her hand. Instantly, Fleur got the tingling feeling from his touch. Her stomach made a flip, as their eyes locked, she couldn't help but to blush to the sensation.
Before she could look deeply into his eyes, he looked away quickly, looking at their still touching hands. "You can let go now" He said bluntly. Again with the nearly animated tone.
Fleur let go of his hand as it was on fire, trying to hide her blush. She shifted lightly.
"Good luck with the competitions" He nodded and walked around her and toward the other champions. Introducing himself to them.
Fleur felt a little hurt of being ignored, and little sad of not be able to see his lovely soul behind the eyes. No males had ever ignored her like him before.
She closed her eyes, trying to fuel her veela magic... her allure. She was desperately to gaze into his green-emeralds eyes. Something told her, that, she would find her answer in them. She felt her magic unleashed from her body. Fleur was visualizing her magic engulfing the raven hair boy.
She heard the gasping behind her, and Fleur smiled triumphing that it had worked. But as she turned around, she saw Cedric and Viktor drooling at her, while Harry had his head tilting, looking at her with those eyes. Questioning toward her.
She visualized Harry walking toward her, into the range of hers arm, pushing her magic into the allure. Not noticing the other champions slowly walking toward her.
"Champions... uhm, wand... lovely..." A voice interrupted her concentration, and she turned her head around to see Ludo Bagman gazing at her dreamily. He shrugged in disbelief and Fleur could see, that he was embarrassing. So Fleur let her Allure fade away.
"Good you are all here, There will be Wand weights and measures the 24th... and your first task will be about dealing with the unknown" Ludo said, looking at each of the champions before he dreamily looked at Fleur. With that, he shrugged and walked away rather quickly.
Fleur blushed, it was first now she realized how much magic she had put on her Allure. But as she was looking down on her shoes, ashamed that she was actually trying to use her allure to catch a boy younger than herself. Fleur was trying to comprehend why she acted, like she did.
Not noticing the other champion left with Harry walking behind.
She looked panicky around, before she realized that she was alone. She was half running, trying to catch the boy. There was something with him, something wrong. She couldn't find any answers to what could be wrong with Harry. It was also annoying to her, that she kept wanting to look into his eyes.
The feeling like a secret was hiding behind those eyes. A secret she most reveal before she could put her mind in rest.
"Arry!" She called, stopping him at his track. He turned around to face her. Her heart was beating faster as she saw the smile on his face, but it was soon replaced by a blank expression. Too fast for her liking.
"Yes?" He asked with a bored tone. Fleur frowned by it, but she shrugged it off.
"Will you like to take a walk with me by the lake tomorrow, if ze weatzer allow?... My sister want to know you, but I don't know w'at to write, and..." She paused, blushing heavily, "...and I will like to be your friend..." Fleur finally said it...
Harry eyes sparkly for a brief moments, only to change to the same empty look.
She was finally looking into his eyes, awaiting his answer. But it was empty. There were no feeling of happiness in them. No lovely soul behind them... they were blank and lifeless.
She wanted to place her hands to his cheeks, wanting to pull his face closer... to make sure that it was not really lifeless as it was now. She couldn't even believe it. Harry was not showing his soul to her as he did yesterday.
"Yes, I will love that..." He answered with a casual tone, not even sounded like he wanted to go with her.
Harry nodded to her and walked away. Fleur was stunned by his emotionless answer. She could only stare at his back, as he was walking.
She need to recollect her memories of him, she need a pensive to see the detail. But as she was lost in thoughts, she never noticed a girl walking toward her until...
"What did you do to him!"
Fleur jumped by it, put her hand on her chest on top of her heart. Indicating that she had nearly gotten a heart-attack. The young witch turned around to scold the one behind her.
As Fleur turned around, she saw an young girl with a cute face. Well, the girl's face would had been cute, if her eyes did not look like she wanted to kill her. The girl was looking angry at her, even with her wand pointing toward Fleur.
The girl had bushy hair, and brown eyes sending dagger toward her. She could feel the magic from the girl. She felt the hates and disgusts from it. Wave by wave the girl's magic was hitting her. Showing her intentions.
Fleur had gotten use to the accusation from couples, whom believed, that, she had been the course of their breakup. Now the girl, she had watched at the breakfast was actually pointing a wand at her. Ready to kill.
In the back of the blond mind. She knew that nothing, she would say, could change the girl already made-up mind. She moved her hand toward her wand. Hoping that the girl didn't notice it.
"Now he didn't even want to talk to me!" The bushy-haired girl cried, tears were falling. Fleur knew the girl was unstable. She feared for her safety. What ever Fleur would say to her own defence, would only unleash the rage inside the young girl. Her only hopes was getting her wand...
As Fleur's hand reached her wand, she just hoped, she would be fast enough...
A/N)
6000k+ words, I am sorry I have to cut it of here, it a 5000+ words chapters. But just trying to keep some interested in the story.
This is a Harry/Fleur, but I had not really decide Hermione roles in the story yet. I want to decide her roles as fast as possible... and the next chapter will be the deciding factors.
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I will try to answer the questions, from you, and from the (pm) and thanks to the Lovely Narch for helping me with the storyline.
I am sorry for not getting a beta reading in time. Some of my negotiating are less successful. The promise are normally weeks to a month. SO I am trying to find a beta reader in the same timezone as me.
Because of that, I am actually uploading before my planned time, Sunday as a weakly update.
My plan are to update my previously chapter before I upload a new one, to not alerting those who had put the story in alerts too much...
Going to point a Question out, sorry, werewolf007 :)
If I remember correctly in the book Cedric was the last one called (before Harry of course). Was it important that you changed that ? I don't want to criticize, I'm just curious...
Annswer: Well, This is my way of pointing out, the story is an Alternative universe to the cannon. Yes, I made Fleur going in as second, it was my intention. It will be later explained in the story. Hope it keep you interested.
AS to self teaching my English. I Just got The Oxford advance Dictionary, I hope you noticed the change in my writing (reuploaded chapter one)... hopes you guys like it so far.. it the best I can do before getting a beta reader.
I have no idea how good this chapter is. The storyline or any form for improvements. So please reviews.
-Wonder what is going to happen with Fleur and Hermione...
