Hi everyone! Sorry about the delay! I've been busy with my other stories, but here it is. The second chapter. I'm going to try and mix elements of the movie and the book together so please don't complain that something wasn't right. I'm watching the movie right as I am writing this chapter and I've got the fourth book in my other hand. I'm a dedicated fan and I will do my best to deliver an amazing story to you all.

To those who think I've been overdoing it with the schools "ignorance", I'm just writing down what I see happening daily at my high school. Yes…I know...it is sad. But sometimes high school can get a little crazy. All of the…ugh…"interesting" events of the schools and student body in all of my stories come directly from my experiences from school. I know…weird high school…but I bet yours might be even weirder at times.

Before the story, here is the disclaimer.

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM! I WISH THAT I DID THOUGH! THAT WOULD BE AWESOME!

Recap:

The body of Hogwarts chatted away until a crash hit the ground. The chatter continued. Harry, even more annoyed, watched from the front row as what appeared to be a blue house on wheels pulled by twelve, elephant sized horses halted in front of them. Another crash failed to catch the attention of the Hogwarts students as a giant ship erupted from the waters of the lake. Harry heard Ron and Hermione get into yet another argument about S.P.E.W.

'It's right in front of you!' Harry thought exasperated when someone asked,

"When are they going to get here?"

'This is a school of idiots!'

The ship was slowly pulling into a dock by the boathouse where the first years usually docked on the first night of school.

The carriage had stopped completely and Harry watched in amazement at how long it would take the students to look at the giant building no more than fifty feet in front of them.

The door of the Beauxbatons school carriage slowly swung open. The students of Hogwarts were still chatting away.

The first thing Harry saw from the door was a pair of beautiful, sapphire eyes.

Mirror of the Soul

Chapter Two

Because of Bouillabaisse

Those blue eyes shined brightly. Harry had never seen such a sight before. But in those eyes he saw something else. Pain? Annoyance? There was something hidden there all right. He noticed all these things by looking into those eyes for less than a second. He would have learned more if those blue eyes had not been covered. Something covered them. Something covered the entire door of the carriage.

From the door of the massive carriage came an equally massive lady. The horses were normal sized compared to her. This woman rivaled even Rubeus Hagrid, the gamekeeper and keeper of keys at Hogwarts. Somehow, she seemed even more impossibly large.

She was handsome. Not beautiful. She had olive skin, black, liquid eyes, and a rather beaky nose. Her hair was drawn back into a knob at the base of her neck. Her clothes, head to toe, were made of black satin. Many magnificent opal adorned her throat and thick fingers.

"Hey look!" One Hogwarts student shouted.

'FINALLY!' Harry thought in irritation.

"Oh yeah…there they are." Another said.

'You sound so thrilled.' Harry thought, annoyed at the student body's treatment of their guests.

"I knew they were here the whole time!" A seventh year Gryffindor boasted.

'Sure you did Wilson. Sure you did.' He though sarcastically.

"Who's the huge woman?" A third asked.

'If you were listening, you've know that's Madame Maxime.' A certain scar clad fourteen year old thought, agitated.

"Those opals don't go with her clothes at all!" A fifth year Hufflepuff shouted in shock.

'Yep. Clothes and accessories is exactly what magical cooperation is based one hundred percent on.' Do I need to say who was thinking this?

Dumbledore began to clap. The students followed his lead, rather reluctantly. Harry was one of the few that really cared.

Her face relaxed into a smile as she walked to her old friend. (And when I say old, I MEAN OLD!)

"My dear Madame Maxime," The headmaster said. "Welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dombly-dorr," Madame Maxime said in a deep, throaty voice. "I 'ope I find you well?"

"In excellent form thank you." The old man smiled. His eyes twinkled like mad.

"My 'uplis." said the tall headmistress. She waved an enormous hand behind her. Harry's eyes had been searching for the blue eyes he'd seen, shining against the dark, black door. There was not a single blue eye in sight.

The students of Beauxbatons all wore fine, silk clothing. Not a single cloak in sight. Not nearly enough for the cool Autumn air. Especially with old Jack Frost looming right around the corner. There were about three dozen girls, all in their late teens. There were ten or so boys too. They stood cockily, glaring at the males of Hogwarts and eyeing the girls. Some students stared nervously at the Hogwarts students. Others gazed at the castle in awe. Two girls, both wearing enough makeup for a Halloween party, stood confidently, scanning the entire Hogwarts body. Harry noticed they were looking at the males of the castle.

'Oh boy. Here we go.' He tried to discreetly hide his scar. Luckily, the slight breeze seemed to comply to his wish. The wind lightly ruffled his wild hair so the scar could not be seen at all.

"'As Karkaroff arrived yet.?" Maxime asked.

"He just docked." The white bearded headmaster answered, pointing to the large, skeleton ship docked next to the boathouse. "Would you like to go and greet him or go inside and warm up?"

"Warm up, I think." Madame Maxime answered. "But ze 'orses-"

"Our Care of Magical creatures teacher would be delighted to care for them." Said Dumbledore. "As soon as he...er… finishes with other…charges.

"Skrewts." Harry heard Ron mutter. He was grinning. Harry rolled his eyes, annoyed.

"My steeds require 'forceful 'andling. Zey are quite strong-"

"I assure you that Hagrid will be able to handle it." said Dumbledore, eyes twinkling, brighter than physically possible.

"'Ery well." Maxime decided. "Please inform, zis 'Agrid zat ze 'orses only drink single-malt- whiskey?"

"It shall be done."

"Come then." Maxime said to her students. After a number of steps she slowed, allowing most of her girls to pass. She tapped, or slammed, one on the shoulder. The girl turned. Harry tried to look at the girl but Maxime's massive form shielded the girl from his view completely. They began a conversation.

Harry slowly moved to the left to see the girl's form. He caught a glimpse of a silver head nodding almost solemnly before someone else shouted out loud.

"Dumbledore!" The man shouted. "My good fellow! How are you?"

"Quite well Karkaroff, my friend. Quite well." He was tall and thin. His hair was graying and his beard ended into a twisted curl. Another three dozen late teenagers, male this time, followed. They wore shaggy cloaks and hats of animal fur.

Harry continued slowly to the left.

"Good ol' Hogwarts!" he said. He was missing a few teeth. The remainders were yellow. "How good it is to be here once more! Victor, come along into the warmth…" He beckoned one of his students forward.

The boy had a prominent, rounded nose, thick black eyebrows, and buzz cut hair.

The headmistress and the girl were finished talking and were already turning around. Harry decided to figure out what had happened later.

Ron shouted out so loud that it was a miracle the muggles fifty miles away couldn't hear him.

"IT'S KRUM!"

(Thirty minutes later, The Great Hall)

After Ron's announcement to the world, ten points from Gryffindor via Snape and detention for a week from McGonagal, all three schools were nestled snuggly into the four tables. Harry didn't understand why the headmaster couldn't just enlarge the Hall and create two more tables. Instead, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were both crammed into the Ravenclaw and Slytherin tables.

Ron moaned on and on about not getting Krum's autograph until Hermione told him to shut it. Harry was not trying to ignore the fight that he was, unfortunately, caught in the middle of.

"For the hundredth time Ron, he's just a Quidditch player!"

"Just a Quidditch player? He's the best in the world! I'm definitely getting his autograph. You haven't got quill, have you, Harry? I'm expecting you're getting one too."

"No" Harry replied shortly.

"No to the quill?"

"No to both." He replied even shorter.

"WHAT?" WHY?"

"Honestly Ronald," Hermione said annoyed. "Harry is above ogling over an athlete. I'm glad to see some people aren't obsessed with such ridiculous topics, and more concerned with important problems like S.P.E.W."

"Um…right?" He asked, trying to make the question sound more like a statement. Fortunately, Hermione bought it.

"It's not that cold." Hermione said defensively, as she stared at the Beauxbatons girls. Why didn't they bring cloaks?"

Harry noticed that one girl however, on the far end of the Ravenclaw Table, was indeed wearing a cloak. She was busy talking to one of the other Beauxbatons girls.

'At least someone was prepared.' He thought.

"And I can't believe Krum's sitting next to Malfoy!" Bet you he's seeing right through that snake. Where do you think Krum's going to sleep? I'll offer him my bed! I could sleep on a camp bed!" Ron complained. Hermione snorted.

"Quite guys!" Harry muttered. Dumbledore was about to speak. "Yes. Good evening, Ladies, Gentlemen, ghosts, and most particularly, guests." His twinkling eyes could blind. "I have great pleasure in welcoming you to Hogwarts. I hope your stay will be both comfortable and enjoyable."

One of the Beauxbaton girls let out a merrily laugh. Harry noticed that it was the one on the end. Why did life forbid him from seeing that one girl's sapphire eyes once more?

"No one's making you stay!" Hermione muttered darkly at the girl.

The Tournament rules shall be explained at the end of the feast. I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home!"

The golden plates filled themselves once again as usual. Only this time they were also filled with dishes Harry had never seen before. They all looked so wonderful and tasty. Of course, Ron had to ruin it all.

"What is that?" He pointed his finger at a shellfish stew, his mouth already full to the brim.

"Ronald, swallow your food before you talk!" Hermione snapped. Harry couldn't blame her. Ron was shooting food across the length of the Great Hall. "And it's Bouillabaisse."

"Bless you." Ron said.

"It's French. I tried it on holiday last summer. It's very nice."

"I'll avoid that then." Ron said. Harry sighed. How they were going to get cooperation, he'd never know. He did feel sorry for Beauxbatons and Durmstrang for having to put up with this. He tried the Bouillabaisse. It was delicious! He went on to sample more of the other foreign foods and drinks.

The Great Hall seemed even more lively and crowded than wizardly possible. The Beauxbatons' sky blue robes and the Durmstrangs' blood red stood out against the black uniforms of Hogwarts.

Harry saw Hagrid stumble into the Hal and into his seat. He was either taming the skrewts, or Maxime's horses. For Hagrid's wellbeing, Harry hoped it was the horses. They were much less dangerous. But the burns on his beard told Harry otherwise.

"Skrewts doing alright Hagrid?" He called to him.

"Thriving." Hagrid called back happily.

A voice grazed Harry's ears. "Excuse me, are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?"

Every boy had stopped talking, Harry noticed. They all were staring at the girl behind him, all opened mouthed. Ron was…I'm not even going to describe the youngest Weasley male to you. You'll lose your lunch and will never want to eat again.

Harry grabbed the dish and handed it to her. Then he looked into her eyes. They held a look of surprise.

They were sapphire blue.

And he had found them all because of Bouillabaisse.

A/N:

So Harry has finally seen the sapphire eyed girl who he's been looking for all day. Ron…yeah. I'm not going to bother with him. Hermione still is set on SPEW. I hope this chapter makes up for the time I've been gone. I needed time to think the plot through. Now…it has come. What will happen next?

You'll have to wait and find out!

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Challenges.

1. Where will Harry and Fleur actually meet and become friends?

2. What will happen next?

See you next chapter,

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