Harry sat at the Gryffindor table alone, his year-mates were still refusing to associate with him and apparently Ron, Seamus and Dean had put out a threat that they would hex anyone that got too close to someone who they thought had betrayed them for fame. Something all too Slytherin for their tastes.
Harry however didn't care, he was so exhausted that he was struggling to keep his newfound Veela allure in check. He idly picked at his breakfast, he hadn't really eaten anything substantial yet but he was working his way up to it. As he was about to take a bite of toast a shadow paused over him.
"Is zis seat taken?" Questioned his new found friend and rival Fleur Delacour.
"Well I don't see anyone lining up to sit in it." Harry said with a smile as he gestured for her to take the seat.
Harry suddenly found the prospect of eating much more enjoyable now that he could talk to someone.
"So do you 'ave any questions about our talk last night?" Questioned Fleur as she glared at a passing boy who kept his eyes glued to her chest for longer than she was comfortable with, but she then smiled in amusement as she noticed several girls watching Harry still.
"A few but they can wait for now, I'd rather get to know you more. You filled me in on what it means to have Veela magic and that somewhere in my heritage I would have to have Veela blood but you never explained about your own Veela heritage." Harry mused.
"Well if you'd really like to know, my grandmuzzer was raised in a Veela exclusive community and 'as only decided to live outside it upon my birth, we tell people mama is an 'alf Veela and my sister and I are quarter but as I explained you can only be full Veela or merely carry ze genes on."
"Oh well that explains that I guess. Are there many male Veela in the exclusive community?" He asked.
"Zere are only four, from what my grandmuzzer told me." Fleur explained, "Zere are close to five zousand female Veela zough."
"Oh wow… That is a big difference."
"Oui male Veela are rare and 'ighly sought after amongst other Veela. Don't let my sister know you are Veela or she may attempt to marry you on ze spot." Fleur laughed at her own joke and Harry chuckled slightly.
"Are your family coming for the tournament?" Harry questioned.
"Oiu zey can't make it to ze first task but zey 'ave promised to come to ze second task and probably ze final task." Fleur said with a smile, one of the few things that could always cheer her up were her family.
"That's great Fleur, they'll be here to see you kick my ass in the tournament." Harry said with a laugh.
"Probably 'Arry, do you 'ave any family coming?" Fleur asked innocently but regretted it when Harry's smile faltered for a second before being replaced with a very fake smile.
"No my only remaining family are muggles and they strongly dislike anything of magical nature." Harry explained.
"Even you." Fleur said quietly, Harry froze like a deer in the headlights before nodding slightly and looking down at his breakfast.
"I am sorry 'Arry, I should 'ave realized it was a sore topic." Fleur said, Harry looked up and smiled slightly and Fleur noticed a slight shimmer of magic over his face. "'Arry are you wearing a glamour?"
"Uh yeah, I woke up with everything different and cast a few charms that I'd read about last year in the library. I was going to slowly release them until my new form was all that was left, if I did it all in one go no one would recognize me." Harry explained.
"May I see your new form?" Fleur asked.
"Maybe later, I should be heading to class." Harry said as he quickly cast a tempus charm and stood up. "I'll talk to you at lunch maybe?"
Fleur smiled at the hopeful tone in his voice, Harry was very desperate for a friend that understood what he was going through and Fleur fit that role perfectly.
"Oiu, I will look forward to it." Fleur's smile caused nearby boys to freeze up but Harry just smiled back and began leaving the great hall followed by many other students aiming to get their books and get to class on time.
Harry's mood turned sour again as he took in the looks he was given by his year mates. Sneers and taunts from the Slytherins he could take but to receive the same from his own house was becoming a real chore.
Sitting in Defense in the lesson before lunch, he idly listened to Mad-Eye going over spells to counter or block common dark curses, he had already learnt some of the counter curses from trying to find a counter to what he thought was a prank from the Weasley Twins but had instead been his own magic.
"Excuse me sir?" Came the frightened voice of Colin Creevey, when Moody gave him the all clear to talk he continued. "They want Harry for the wand weighing ceremony now."
"Alright Potter head on up, but I expect a foot of parchment on the spells I've already covered by next lesson." Moody growled as Harry stood up to follow Colin.
"Of course sir." Harry said as he left the classroom, at least the other champions didn't treat him like shit, at least most of them. Krum treated everyone like they're beneath him so there was no real shock there.
Upon entering the disused classroom that the ceremony was taking place in, Harry saw he was the last to arrive. The other three champions were standing together with Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch Senior to the sides. At the front of the classroom stood the headmasters, Ollivander, a man with a large magical camera and a woman wearing a hideous green outfit with a quill and notebook hovering over her shoulder like a demented parrot.
"Ahh good Mr. Potter, now we can begin." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye as Harry went and stood next to Fleur.
"What took you so long 'Arry?" Fleur questioned in a whisper.
"I didn't even know about this." He answered.
"Oh you may 'ave been, uh what is ze word, knocked out?" Fleur said with a slight shrug.
"Well that would explain it." Harry said quietly as Cedric was beckoned up to the front of the room.
Harry watched in slight amusement as Olivander inspected Cedrics wand and made a comment on polishing it.
"Oh I bet you were polishing your wand last night Diggory." Harry muttered quietly causing Fleur to stifle a giggle.
The stifled giggling got worse when Olivander commented on Krum's wand, describing it as firmer than he preferred wands.
Fleur was on the brink of outright laughing when she got up to show Olivander her wand, her giggling stopped completely when Olivander made a few comments about Veela hair wands being temperamental. He apologized quickly but it did not change the fact that he had offended both her and Harry.
"Ah Mister Potter let's look at your wand then." Olivander said with a smile when it was Harry's turn. "Hmm yes holly with phoenix feather. Excellent condition, could do with a bit better maintenance on occasion."
Olivander brought the wand up to his ear and made a small humming noise.
"Your wand seems to dislike something that has changed about you recently. Nothing big enough to affect it's magic but enough to make it uneasy, if you come to the shop sometime soon I can see if we can remedy it." Olivander whispered to Harry.
Olivander waved Harry's wand causing a shower of golden sparks to shoot out and cascade down around them.
Harry took back his wand and went to stand with the other champions.
"The four of you have the rest of the day to yourselves, you may be dismissed." Dumbledore said from his position with the other Headmasters.
"Um excuse me before you leave shall we get a shot of the champions and maybe some interviews?" Rita Skeeter asked as she blocked the way out the door with the assistance of her cameraman.
"I suppose one photo won't hurt." Dumbledore acquiesced.
"Excellent." Rita said with a predatory smile as she began pushing and pulling the champions, Headmasters and officials until they were picture perfect, Harry finding himself placed right at the front of the group.
Once the photo was done Rita began dragging Harry towards a small broom closet off to the side of the room.
"I'll just interview young Harry here first." She said with her predatory smile still burning away although her eyes appeared to be a little glazed now.
"Um I'd rather not give an interview Miss." Harry said with a smile, allowing his allure to hit Rita full force. She hesitated but finally relented, releasing his arm and allowing him to escape. Shaking off the allure Rita turned to the next best target.
"Well how about you Mister Krum? As a celebrity you must be used to giving a few harmless interviews." Rita asked.
"You vant interview, you contact my agent." Victor said coldly as he marched out the door, the other champions following after him quickly.
"Zat women iz a vulture!" Fleur said once they were out of earshot of the classroom. The other champions all agreed.
"I have dealt vith her type before. Zey tvist your vords into disgusting parody. If you vant advise from me, don't talk to her, ever." Victor said as he nodded to the other champions and walked away down a branching corridor.
"I think Victor may be coming around to the rest of us eh Harry?" Questioned Cedric with a slightly strained smile as he too left behind the two Veela.
"So 'Arry, would you like to find somewhere quiet to show me your new body?" Questioned Fleur innocently. Harry blushed bright red at the thought of the extent of the changes to his body.
"Um sure Fleur." Harry said as he ducked down a secret passage, hidden behind a tapestry, pulling Fleur along with him.
"Where are we going 'Arry?" She questioned as she marveled at the hidden passageway, several times they passed walls that were slightly transparent allowing her to see classrooms with people within.
They didn't stop until they reached a section of wall that revealed an empty classroom that looked as if it hadn't been used in quite some time.
"Through here." Harry commented as he pulled her through the wall itself. Fleur gasped in surprise, especially when the wall was completely solid from the other side. "One way only."
"I zee zat." Fleur said as she checked over the wall repeatedly with her wand. Before sighing and sitting on an old desk. "So zen 'Arry, will you show me ze new you?"
Harry blushed slightly as he began undoing the glamors that were layered over his body like a second set of clothes. Fleur watched with a critical eye as she watched him grow in height, then watched as his muscles filled out slightly and his hair seemed to gain an unnatural glow to it. His bright green eyes burned with an inner fire that Fleur found hard to look away from.
"Well 'Arry, I must zay, if I wasn't a Veela and immune to ze allure zen I would find it very 'ard to resist you." Fleur said with a laugh causing Harry to blush again. "I can zee why you wouldn't want to wal around like zat, ze women of zis school would never leave you alone."
"Um thanks for that Fleur, I'm a little embarrassed by all this anyway so I'm going to put the glamors back now." Harry said as he raised his wand.
"Wait!" Fleur blurted out. "I would like to talk for a while, and it would be nice to talk to ze real you."
Harry smiled slightly before sitting down on a desk of his own.
"So what do you want to talk about?" Harry asked with a smile that made Gilderoy Lockhart look like a meth addict.
-The Next Morning-
Harry walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast, a small spring in his step as he ignored the people who would whisper when he walked past.
Harry didn't even bother to wonder why they were whispering, he simply didn't care what rumors had been made overnight.
He suddenly cared so much more when a copy of the Daily Prophet caught his eye as he was sitting down at the Gryffindor table.
"Boy-Who-Lied" by Rita Skeeter
The title of the front page article made his eyes widen as he read through the article that called him a cheater, a glory seeking fame addict and worst of all, it accused Fleur of attempting to use her "Unnatural Veela powers to charm him". The article ended with a small promotion for the latest copy of Teen Witch Weekly for a story on Harry Potter that would supposedly shake the foundations of the whole wizarding world.
Standing up from his seat he walked down to where Lavender Brown sat with a copy of said magazine.
"Need to borrow this, I'll give it back in a minute." He said as he flipped through the magazine to the centerfold where he saw a picture of himself without his glamors doing a small spin for Fleur while she was inspecting his new body.
Clenching his fists slightly he threw the magazine back onto the table in front of Lavender and marched out of the Great Hall removing his glamors as he walked.
As he was storming out he almost ran straight into Fleur as she was entering.
"'Arry?" Fleur asked in shock at seeing his current appearance.
"Read the papers." He said with anger coloring his words slightly, although the anger was clearly aimed at someone else other than Fleur herself.
Fleur watched as he stormed out, long black feathers were forming in his hair and flickering balls of green flames were forming in his hands.
Fleur walked quickly over to one of the tables and snatched up both the Daily Prophet and Teen Witch Weekly. She gasped when she found the relevant articles before rushing out to find Harry.
A/N I find that I have a hard time writing things that I have an intention to post. This is one story that I intended to continue writing over a year ago and instead toyed with this chapter and then wrote a ton of things that would never see the light of day. I have dozens upon dozens of stories labeled "Eperiment" of "Work in progress" so uh to any loyal followers left I'm sorry for that. Hopefully I'll work more on my published works more but knowing my horrible track record I probably won't.
Anyway hope at least one person is happy with this story getting an update, sorry if it's been so long that you don't even remember it. Sorry for apologizing a lot too… I apparently have a thing for saying sorry.