"Oui, Madame Maxime," Fleur nodded demurely.

"Try your best, but nobody is expecting too much," is basically what she had said- but faster, in a low tone away from prying ears.

Fleur couldn't help but feel disappointed in herself, for not being faster, more careful, or just altogether better during the first two tasks.

Madame Maxime hadn't meant it in such an angry, disappointed way. She just hadn't come to fail, and Fleur could sadly understand that. She hadn't come to fail.

The woman she had come to idolise, patted her on the back sharply, in what she assumed was supposed to be a comforting manner, and briskly paced out of the tent.

Fleur looked around, vaguely out of embarrassment, hoping nobody had seen her awkward altercation with her headmistress.

She was lucky that she hadn't been spotted, but instead whisked away into a conversation with her mother and Gabrielle.

"Maman!" She giggled at her mum's fretting over her wellbeing, trying to take her own mind off her current ranking amongst the other champions in the room.

"Tu sais que je m'inquiète pour toi," her mother has leant in and said quietly. Her blonde hair, the same as her daughters' seemed to shine underneath the bright light streaming through the tall windows of the chamber.

Gabrielle had been holding onto her mother's hand, and brought them both in for a big hug. "I will be watch-ing you," she said in slightly broken English, and Fleur giggled some more.

She was just happy to see them, before the third task took place, because she had no idea what would happen, and they seemed to bring a comfort with their loud and quiet personalities.

Harry Potter walked into the room and Gabrielle with her infectious enthusiasm waved to him. Fleur had to admit that sometimes her sister was just so cute! Nobody could be upset or angry around her.

Harry waved back at her with a grin, and Fleur dazed off in thought about him, just for a second.

Harry Potter seemed to be older than his age, or at least in her eyes. He had to compete in this tournament which she believed he hadn't set out to be a part of, and he still retained his kindness and she would never forget what he had done for her.

Gabrielle. Even though she knew now, she had never been in real danger, when she knew it was her underneath the water, she had felt the icy water all over again, even though she was wrapped in a towel and a heating charm.

And little Harry had been the one to save her. He was braver, and was doing better than her in the tournament even though she was two or so years older than him.

She felt jealous, yes, but she also felt as if she owed him so much more than she could give.

Her eyes followed him, to where he met a woman and a younger man. Both ginger, and one slightly familiar. She watched him from over her mother's shoulder, and remembered where she had seen the younger man.

That picture on the goblin's desk!

Personally, Fleur remarked in her head that that picture had not done him justice at all. He seemed a lot more, well, beautiful in this light.

She wasn't calling him beautiful in a feminine way, more that he was so masculine she couldn't call him anything else. His shoulders were incredibly wide and his hair was pulled into a long ponytail, wavy and free.

And there was the earring he was wearing. It was a fang which glimmered and Fleur couldn't help but wonder where he had got it from. He had just one earring, too.

It was just so oddly beautiful, you'd understand it if you saw him. He looked worn but strong, like a good pair of leather boots you could depend on.

Fleur supposed that was an weird analogy.

Gabrielle followed her eyes and grinned, "I think Harry is quite lovely." Fleur absently agreed, nodding her head and muttering something like 'me too.'

"I think, I would rather support him instead," Gabrielle grinned cheekily, and Fleur began to agree, getting in half a nod before realising what she said. Her mother was just smiling softly at the exchange, having an inkling of what had actually gone on.

"Oi!" Fleur grabbed her nose and shook her face, and Gabrielle stuck out her tongue. "You better cheer for me!"

Fleur took a second to shoot a fleeting glance at the familiar code breaker as he left the chamber, then focused on her sister and mother completely.

She had time to find out who he was later. She had to put her all into winning the third task, or at least coming back from it.

"We will always support you." Her maman spoke to her in English, and for the first time that day Fleur smiled from the heart.

I'm going to split this up with the actual task because I don't want to make the chapters too long. Sorry for the probably horrendous French, I tried to keep it to a minimum. Also, sorry for the weird chapter names, I can't think of anything better than odd song references. I need to change it, if I remember.

-sunkissedbubbletea