A/N – Thanks everyone for the reviews it really does make this worthwhile when you know your story is being enjoyed. Fleur will be making an appearance in this chapter but I will not be typing her French accent, I did the first time I wrote this and it gave me a headache lol. I'm sure all the readers out there have a wonderful enough imagination to be able to imagine her accent without my help (yes I'm sucking up lol). Hope you enjoy the chapter.
Chapter Four – Dates and Death Eaters
Three weeks had passed since Harry's meeting with Griphook and finding out about his emancipation. Dumbledore had visited him at the Burrow the next day and informed him that Gringotts were right and that he was a legal adult in the Wizarding world. He told Harry that he had visited the necessary departments in the Ministry to inform them of this so Harry would not get into trouble for performing magic outside of Hogwarts.
Dumbledore also told him that as Harry was an adult he could take his family's seat on the Wizengamot, the magical high court. The seat had to date been stewarded by Amos Diggory. Dumbledore advised Harry to add an extra voice against the Death Eaters when they were brought to trial. He also told Harry that he would not be called away very often as a full Wizengamot was only called for the trials of serious offences.
Being the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Dumbledore had sworn Harry in as a member in the Burrow kitchen. The next day Harry had visited Diagon Alley to have a set of robes made by Madam Malkin.
That same day Harry had asked Fred and George if they would go with Fawkes to Hermione's so they could Apparate her back and forth when she wanted. The twins agreed straight away. From then Hermione had been back and forth to her own home, though she did spend more time at the Burrow.
Over the past three weeks Harry had received a further five letters from Fleur, to all of which he had replied. The tone of the letters had become more affectionate from the French witch and the last had contained an invitation to visit her at her home. Harry had already obtained an international Portkey with Dumbledore's help. Apparently being an adult and a member of the Wizengamot held many perks.
With each of the letters that Fleur had sent also contained a letter for Hermione, each written completely in French. All of Hermione's replies had also been in French and when Harry asked what they were talking about Hermione's response had been to ignore him and smirk.
Harry and Hermione had continued to grow closer over the weeks, confiding more to each other than ever before. They had expected Ron to be jealous of this, but he had told them that he understood, especially as he was useless where feelings were concerned. They still spent a lot of time with Ron but for an hour or two a day they sat in Harry's room chatting.
The night before Harry was supposed to visit Fleur he lay awake in his bed. He assumed that everyone else was asleep except for Molly who was waiting up for Arthur. He was wrong as he heard his bedroom door open and close again.
"Harry are you awake?"
"Hermione? What's wrong?" he asked sitting up.
"I wanted to talk to you about tomorrow. You don't mind do you?" she replied sitting next to him.
"Of course not. So what's bothering you?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"After all we've been through? Come on Hermione tell me what's wrong."
"It's silly. I'm happy that you and Fleur are getting on so well and that you're going to see her tomorrow, but I'm a little scared that you won't need me anymore," Hermione said quietly.
"So you think that if Fleur and me get together then she'll take your place?"
"I told you it was silly."
It was, Harry had to admit, but he could also hear the fear in her voice. He put his arm around her and hugged her close. "Hermione no matter what I will always need you. No matter what happens you will always be my sister and nothing will ever come between us I swear that to you."
As Harry finished a white glow surrounded them, dazzling their eyes for a few seconds before disappearing.
"What was that?"
"I don't know Harry, I've never read of anything like that before," Hermione replied, her fear gone and replaced with curiosity.
Before either could say anything else there was a bright red flash and a note fell onto the bed, delivered by Fawkes. Harry picked it up, it was only a sentence.
Harry I need to see you and Hermione in the kitchen immediately.
"That's Dumbledore's handwriting," Harry said. "You'd better go and put a robe on and we'll go down."
Hermione dashed back to Ginny's room as Harry got out of bed and put his robe on. They met at the top of the stairs and went down to the kitchen just as a knock came to the door. Molly opened it and Professor Dumbledore strode in.
"I'm sorry about this Molly."
"Albus what's wrong? Has someone been hurt?"
"No no, I needed to speak to Harry and Hermione. You see a very weird thing has just happened. As wizards and witches are legally able to marry when they come of age there is a possibility of them still being at school, so there is an alert to the Headmaster if two students do get married. It's just so it is made aware of the witch's change of name. Well this alert went off a few minutes ago and alerted me of a name change, from Granger to Potter," Dumbledore explained.
"What do you mean Albus? Do you mean that Harry and Hermione are married?" Molly asked.
"I do not think so. Miss Gra...I mean Potter is not of age. Can you tell me if something unusual has happened?"
"Well we were just in Harry's room talking and we were surrounded by this blinding white light," Hermione replied.
"What was said?"
"I told Hermione that no matter what she would always be my sister. Well I swore it to her," Harry said.
"Ahh I see. I suppose I should no longer be surprised by the things your magic is capable of Harry. It seems that your magic took you at your word and adopted Hermione here into the Potter family, legally changing her name to Hermione Potter and legally making her your sister. This I believe is a rather unique case, and I know you might be a little angry about having no say in this, but you have made Miss Potter's future that much better," Dumbledore said.
"How so sir?" Hermione asked.
"Well you have been adopted into one of the oldest, richest and most influential families magical Britain has ever known. From this day on you will be recognised as Harry is as a Halfblood. While your blood may be Muggleborn your status is not. This means if you decide to enter the Ministry you will not be affected by the Pureblood bigotry. You are officially and legally the daughter of one of those Pureblood families. You could even represent Harry on the Wizengamot if he was unavailable. Can you see the benefits?"
"Yes sir, and I will be proud to be Hermione Potter. Though I don't think I will tell my parents, our ways confuse them enough as it is," Hermione replied.
"I will notify the necessary parties first thing in the morning. Enjoy your day tomorrow Harry and goodnight to you all."
With that the Headmaster left and summoned Fawkes to return him to his office.
"You two had better get some sleep. Harry I'll wake you at six so you can eat before going to France," Molly said.
Harry and Hermione headed back upstairs and went back into Harry's room.
"So you don't mind then?" he asked.
"No of course not. I think Hermione Potter has a nice ring to it," Hermione replied smiling.
"Well if I don't see you in the morning Hermione I'll see you tomorrow night. My return Portkey is for ten o'clock."
"I'll wait up. Just remember to be yourself."
Hermione kissed Harry's cheek and left his room. Harry got back into bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The following morning Molly woke Harry at six o'clock. He had a shower and dressed carefully in black jeans, an emerald green shirt and black trainers. He considered trying to control his hair but decided not to waste his time on an impossible task. When he got down into the kitchen Molly had already prepared two bacon and egg sandwiches for him.
When Harry had eaten he just had time to brush his teeth and then head outside with the Quill Portkey. At seven o'clock Harry felt the familiar tug on his navel followed by the overwhelming nausea. The feeling lasted longer than normal before his back slammed into the ground.
"I bloody hate Portkeys," he muttered to himself, or so he thought.
"I agree Harry they are horrible, but I will always be thankful as one brought you to me."
Harry sat up. Stood a few feet away, her hands clasped in front of her was the very beautiful Fleur Delacour, her silvery blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail.
"Even though I looked like an idiot in the process?"
Fleur giggled. "You're too cute to look like an idiot Harry."
Fleur had made comments like this before in her letters, more frequently as the letters went on and Harry had done the same, with some prodding from Hermione of course.
"Are you going to just stand there looking gorgeous or are you going to give me a hand?" he asked with a cheeky smile.
Fleur smiled back and walked forward and held her hand out to him. Harry took her hand and got to his feet. He dusted himself off and felt two slim arms slip around his neck. He hugged Fleur back and kissed her cheek as she stepped back.
"I will have to thank Hermione, I'm sure that kiss was her idea," Fleur said and smiled at Harry's blush.
"I don't really have much experience with girls, so I asked her for a few pointers. Besides kissing you seemed like a really good idea."
"And why is that Mr Potter?"
"Because you are very beautiful Fleur. I know that you could have any guy you want and I'm flattered that you would give me the time of day," Harry said.
"Harry I like you because you see past my beauty and the fact that I am a Veela. No man who judges women on their looks are immune to a Veela's allure. I should have made more of an effort to get to know you during the tournament. Maybe then you would have asked me to be your date for the Yule Ball like I hoped you would."
"I didn't think you'd ever say yes to me so I didn't even consider asking. Besides from what I heard you had a good time with Roger Davies."
"You heard wrong Harry. He spent the entire evening drooling over me and treading on my feet. I know people said we were caught in the bushes. The truth is he pulled me into the bushes and tried to have a feel. I had just kneed him where it matters when your Professor Snape found us," Fleur explained.
"Then it is a shame that I didn't ask you to the ball. I hope we get the chance to catch up on any time we've missed," Harry said sincerely.
"I'd like that Harry," Fleur said and kissed his cheek. "Now would you like to have some breakfast before I show you around?"
"I've already eaten. Molly Weasley doesn't let you leave the house in the morning without eating."
Fleur giggled. "Well I'm afraid my mother is the same, so you will have to try and eat something before we go out."
Harry smiled and nodded and allowed Fleur to lead him into her home. It was too big to be called a house, but too small to be called a manor. It was decorated with both antiques and modern furniture thrown together in a haphazard way. It was different but it worked. Fleur led Harry into the dining room where her family were waiting for them. Harry recognised Gabrielle her little sister, which was not much of a surprise considering he had pulled her out of the Black Lake. He vaguely recognised her parents from before the third task. Her mother was as beautiful as her daughter and only looked like an older sister. Her father was shorter than her mother and had a jovial face. He definitely looked the man that could have a lot of fun, but be serious when the time called for it.
"Maman, Papa, this is Harry Potter. Harry these are my parents Appoline and Jean-Luc Delacour and you know Gabrielle."
"Pleased to meet you Mr and Mrs Delacour."
"Harry please call us Appoline and Jean-Luc," Fleur's dad said as he shook Harry's hand.
"Oui Harry, being called Mrs makes me feel old," her mum said and kissed both of Harry's cheeks.
"Thank you. It's good to see you again Gabrielle."
"Merci Harry, it is good to see you too," Gabrielle replied going bright red.
Fleur leant close and whispered in Harry's ear. "Gabby has had a bit of a crush on you since the lake. Try to ignore it; she'll get over it in time."
Harry was capable of this; he had dealt with Ginny's crush on him for long enough. "Don't worry Fleur."
Fleur guided Harry to the table and sat him in the chair next to him. While they ate a light breakfast Fleur's parents asked Harry questions about himself. All they knew of him came from the papers and what Fleur had told them, but even she had no clue what Harry's life at Hogwarts had really been like. Twenty minutes later a stunned Delacour family had heard the tale of Harry's first year.
"I do not know what to say Harry. Why would you go in there knowing the danger?" Fleur asked.
"I couldn't let Voldemort get the Philosopher's Stone. He had to be stopped I had no choice," Harry replied.
"Of course you had a choice Harry. The same as you had the choice to jump on a Troll's back. Not many could have done the same I assure you," Jean-Luc said.
"But Hermione was in danger. If I hadn't have acted the troll would have got her."
"Maman, Papa there's something you need to know about Harry. He has a 'saving people thing' as his friend Hermione puts it. Although I am grateful that he does as I am sure Gabby does as well," Fleur said.
Gabrielle nodded but still could not seem to speak in front of Harry.
"This girl Hermione, is she the same girl the papers wrote about last year? Something about a love triangle between you, her and Viktor Krum?"
"I can assure you Appoline that nothing about that story was true. Hermione has always been my best friend and she is now officially my sister, her name is now Hermione Potter. My magic adopted her last night. I'm not sure how, even Professor Dumbledore is unsure how it exactly happened."
"Well if Professor Dumbledore doesn't know I doubt if anyone does. What are your plans today Fleur?" Jean-Luc asked.
"I was going to show Harry around and we're going out for a meal tonight, but other than that we have no specific plans," Fleur replied.
"Well have a good day. If we don't see you before you leave Harry then I hope we see each other in the future."
Fleur and Harry left the house soon after and wandered the modest grounds for a while. They walked close, their hands occasionally brushing each other.
"Harry you know you are more than welcome to hold my hand if you wish," Fleur said quietly. "I would like it if you did."
Harry smiled and took her hand in his and she smiled back, a smile that was enough to take his breath away.
"Fleur I think there's something I should tell you in case I make a fool out of myself. I've never been shown much affection in my life, my aunt and uncle hated me and treated me like a burden. The only hugs I have ever received in my life have been from Hermione and Molly Weasley. I'm telling you this so you don't think that I'm not interested in you because I am, it's just that I'm not sure how to show affection properly."
This had been hard for Harry to say but he knew he had to tell her early. He wanted their budding relationship a least a chance to work, but it was no less embarrassing a thing to admit.
"Harry I had already been warned that you may have trouble with giving affection. Hermione warned me in case you were too embarrassed. She did not want anything to cause problems for us," Fleur explained.
Harry smiled and made sure he remembered to thank his sister when he got home. "Has she told you anything else about me?"
"A few things, all good I assure you. Mainly we've been getting to know each other. The fact that she speaks French is a big help. I think she will be a great friend."
"Trust me she will be, she always has been. Ron too, well except for a bit last year, but he'll be a good friend to you as well, if I can get him to stop tripping over his tongue."
"Nothing will make him immune to my allure he just needs to learn to react differently. He won't even notice it after a bit unless I catch him unawares."
"That won't be hard he daydreams so much his lessons catch him unawares," Harry said.
Fleur giggled at this which was a truly wonderful sound. "Hermione said something very similar but she is going to help us with him."
They walked the grounds while talking, telling each other things about their friends, their time at school, anything they felt was important. Friends it seemed were a sore subject for Fleur.
"I have never had a really close girlfriend like I think Hermione will be."
"Why not? You're such a wonderful girl," Harry said.
"Thank you Harry. The problem is my allure. How many girls out there do you think can deal with their boyfriends falling over themselves to impress another girl? It doesn't if I never acknowledge the boys, I am instantly the enemy. If only they knew the truth about a Veela's allure."
"You mean they might understand that you can't control you normal allure it's just a part of you, but if you was to give off a blast of your true allure you could wrap their boyfriends around any finger you wanted. Girls won't see the difference they'll just say you're using your full allure when you're not."
"How do you know about the different allures Veela have?" she asked in shock.
"After your first letter I got a couple of books on Veela. I was curious. I saw Veela at the Quidditch World Cup but I knew there had to be more to learn so I did," Harry explained.
"I'm flattered Harry. Most people make assumptions about Veela, very few wish to know the truth. So how much do you know?"
"Probably as much as anyone could by reading books, but I'm willing to bet that Veela keep some things a secret," Harry replied.
"You're right we do. They are secrets we only share with our true loves, when that man has realised and admitted his feelings. As long as those feelings are true we tell them our biggest secrets."
"Seems like a fair deal. I take it one of those secrets are that you can sense a person's true feelings about you?"
Fleur smiled. "It's not a big secret but yes we can. I'm afraid Harry that the second you fall in love with me I will know."
"When and not if?"
Fleur smiled even more at him. "I'm confident that is all Harry. Very confident."
Fleur decided to take Harry on a trip to the local version of Diagon Alley. It was similar, a magically hidden street, but there was some big differences. There were as many people wearing Muggle clothes as there were wearing robes. In fact there were a number of shops that seemed to deal in Muggle items. Fleur saw his shock.
"This isn't Britain Harry. There is next to no Pureblood bigotry here and Muggleborns have influenced our culture. I own as many Muggle clothes as I do robes. I read Muggle novels. As you can see Muggleborns have made good business here by selling Muggle products."
"I wish Britain was the same. I've always worried about Hermione. She's the smartest witch to enter Hogwarts for a long time, but being Muggleborn means she would be held back. I don't have to worry anymore though, her adoption means she has to be given the same status as me as a Halfblood, and being a daughter of House Potter means no one would dare hold her back. If anyone can help make Britain like this it's her," Harry said.
"And we'll help her Harry every chance we get."
Fleur lead Harry along the street pointing out her favourite shops to him, both magical and Muggle. They went past them all and came to the end of the street before walking back slower.
"So what do you want to do when you leave school Fleur?"
"I don't know yet. I was thinking about teaching. I doubt there will be a position at Hogwarts though apart from Defence Against the Dark Arts and I don't plan on taking that job. Even we have heard of the curse of that job. What about you Harry?"
"I thought maybe an Auror," he replied.
"Harry, I think you're much better than to settle for simply being an Auror."
Harry just smiled at her. Like Hermione all Fleur would see in Harry were good things.
"Well we both have time to decide on our futures. Now show me your favourite shop."
Harry had assumed that she would lead him to a clothes shop, seeing as she had told him that she loved buying clothes. However, she led him to a bookshop, one that sold both magical and Muggle books.
"I come here all the time. Not having many friends' means I spent a lot of time reading and studying. That was why I was picked by the Goblet of Fire, because I was the best student at Beauxbatons."
"Are you sure that you're happy moving to Hogwarts. It won't be easy at first," Harry said.
"I know, but I will have you and Hermione to help me."
The shop owner came over and greeted Fleur warmly in French.
"This is my friend Harry, he is English. Harry this is Mr Baudin, the owner. I was just showing Harry my favourite shop."
"I am flattered Miss Delacour," Baudin said in passable English. "Welcome to my shop Mr Potter. Do not be surprised your picture was in our papers a lot last year. Can I help you with anything or are you just browsing?"
"Just browsing today Mr Baudin," Fleur replied.
Fleur led Harry amongst the crammed bookshelves to the back in a rather dark area. She pushed him against one of the bookshelves and stepped closer to him. He looked nervous but she just smiled at him and pressed her lips against his, kissing him softly.
Harry was rigid when Fleur kissed him, but the longer it lasted the more relaxed he became until he was kissing her back without realising. They broke apart both gasping for breath.
"What did I do to deserve that?" he asked.
"You were being you. I've wanted to kiss you since you got here, but I swore I would only wait until midday before I took matters into my own hands. Harry I don't just want to be friends. The question is do you want an eighteen year old Veela for a girlfriend?"
Harry had not expected being put on the spot like that but he also knew he never would have brought the subject up. After the letters they had swapped over the four weeks he had got a glimpse into the real girl behind the cold exterior. He knew it was a defence against the spiteful girls and pushy guys. He had only been with her that day and he already loved spending time with her and wanted to spend lots more with her.
"Only if you want a fifteen year old danger magnet for a boyfriend."
Fleur smiled and kissed him again. This time Harry kissed back from the start and when they broke apart Fleur looked a little dazed.
"Are you okay Fleur?" he asked concerned.
"Kiss me like that all the time and I will always be okay."
They shared one more kiss before leaving the shop and carrying on along the street. They spent hours window shopping and just enjoying each other's company. They stopped mid afternoon at an ice cream shop and shared a rather large sundae. Harry found out that Fleur had a very healthy appetite and insisted on lots of chocolate sauce on the sundae. He remembered then that part of the Veela magic meant they never gained weight, unless they were pregnant, it allowed them a permanent hour glass figure.
When it got to around four o'clock Fleur led him back to her home so she could get ready for their date that evening. Harry had dressed that morning in clothes he could wear so all he would need were a couple of freshening charms that Hermione had taught him.
Back at the house Fleur led Harry up to her bedroom and told him to wait while she had a shower. He sat on the edge of her bed and took in the detail of her room. It was done in a lavender colour and was very feminine. An entire length of one wall was filled with books from floor to ceiling with a desk nearby. She had her own en suite bathroom where Harry could hear a running shower and tried to ignore the images of Fleur standing naked under the water.
She came out after fifteen minutes with only a towel wrapped around her, a very small towel that only covered from her chest to just below her bum. She smiled and winked at him before sitting at her desk which seemed to double as a dressing table. First she used a second towel to rub her hair until it was damp and then with a wave of her wand she finished drying it. Then she brushed it until it shone.
"As I'm sure you know Harry Veela have no need of make-up so unlike other girls I don't need to spend hours in front of a mirror."
"Good. I'm not very keen on girls like that. Its one thing making an effort for something special like Hermione did for the Yule Ball, but for day to day stuff it's ridiculous. Hermione never wears make-up and even if she decided to I doubt she would spend more than ten minutes on it," Harry said.
"I think she will start wearing it soon, girls normally do to impress boys, and Hermione has told me of a boy she fancies even though she has never met him properly."
"Who do you mean?"
"I don't know, she mentioned it in passing in one of her letters, no names, just that she had seen him in Diagon Alley and that he was handsome and that there was something about him," Fleur replied.
"Well as long as he's nothing like Krum."
Fleur's face darkened. "If he is he will not live long. Hermione has told me what Krum did. If I ever see him again I will need to be calmed down quickly or my other powers might surface."
Harry knew she was referring to the Veela transformation he had seen at the Quidditch World Cup and knew it would mean instant death for Krum. "Don't worry, there's plenty of people to calm you down and still have enough to do him damage. All the Weasley's have threatened revenge and so have I."
"Hermione said she is scared you would do something stupid if you saw him. She said you have a temper and are quick with your wand. Actually she thinks you're a Defence prodigy. I know you'll deny it but from what I hear not even Hermione learns the Defence spells quicker."
Harry went red at Hermione's praise. "I suppose I've always known I need those skills to survive. I've already used my Patronus to save my life from Dementors and was able to throw off Voldemort's Imperious Curse."
"I've heard and I expect to see this beautiful white stag Hermione has told me about."
Fleur got up and went over to her rather large wardrobe. She pulled out a deep blue dress and went behind the changing screens in the corner of the room. She came out after a few minutes wearing the mid-thigh dress and matching high-heels.
"Wow."
She smiled at him. Harry got to his feet and walked over to her, kissing her softly on the lips making her smile even more.
They left for their meal, taking a slow walk to the Muggle restaurant, which was twenty minutes away. They had a lovely meal, taking more time to get to know each other and to make plans for when they got back to Hogwarts. They decided not to keep their relationship a secret, neither wanted the trouble of hiding to show each other some affection. Fleur would not be travelling to Hogwarts with them as she needed to take a Portkey. She was being sorted into a house in private with Professor Dumbledore.
When they had eaten their rather large meal, including a large chocolately desert the two teenagers went for an evening stroll before making their way to the Delacour home. As nine o'clock approached Fleur started to get a little sad, knowing that they only had an hour left together and would not see each other until they met again at Hogwarts.
They sat on a bench under a weeping willow tree. Fleur snuggled against Harry's side with her head on his shoulder. "Harry would you think me weird if I said I feel more complete now than ever before?"
"No Fleur. Apart from Ron and Hermione I've never been close to anyone and you've had problems with friends because of being a Veela. I've never been able to trust a girl being interested in me in case she's only after the Boy-Who-Lived and you've not been able to trust guys in case their only after you because you're a Veela. Now we've both found someone who not only craves to feel love and affection, but someone who isn't bothered by the other's status. You've never fawned over me as the Boy-Who-Lived and I'm not bothered one bit by you being a Veela, although I'm sure a Veela's hidden talents will prove to be interesting," Harry said with a cheeky smile.
"Oh believe me they are. If you're a good boy I might show you some of our 'special' skills one day," Fleur said in a sultry voice.
Harry felt himself going red. He might have next to no experience with girls, but even he could work out what she was hinting at.
"That could be fun," he managed to say and made her giggle.
They spent the remainder of their last hour cuddling and kissing, which got more and more passionate thanks to Fleur. At five to ten they managed to pull apart from each other long enough to stand up. Fleur gave Harry one last tender kiss and a hug before stepping back.
"I'll see you at school Harry and I will write to you first thing tomorrow morning," Fleur said fighting the tears back.
"I'll miss you Fleur," Harry said before the Portkey whisked him away.
He landed on the floor outside the Burrow and pulled himself to his feet. Waiting for him, sat on the garden wall was Hermione.
"Ron wanted to wait for you but I told him there might be emotions on display and he changed his mind," she said in way of greeting. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Harry lied, making Hermione raise her eyebrows. "Okay I'm a bit upset but I'll be okay. It's not like I'll ever see her again. Thank you by the way for telling her the things you did, it saved some embarrassment."
"What are sisters for? I'm glad you had a good time Harry and I've got some good news for you."
Hermione handed him a paper. It looked like the Evening prophet. Harry pulled out his wand. "Lumos."
DEATH EATER LUCIUS MALFOY APPREHENDED BY TEENAGER
Lucius Malfoy has been arrested this morning by Auror Kingsley Shacklebout after proof was obtained of his Death Eater activities. Malfoy was named a Death Eater by Harry Potter after the third Triwizard task. According to Mr Potter the cup was a Portkey and whisked him away to a strange graveyard where he witnessed the rebirth of You-Know-Who and went on to name all the Death Eaters assembled there.
The Ministry have to date denied that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has returned, but acting on a request by Hogwarts Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Bones placed Ministry agent Kieron Tymor undercover with the Malfoy family.
In this position he was able to get the necessary information which he passed over to Senior Auror Shacklebout. This morning a team of Aurors raided the Malfoy home with Tymor bringing down the wards from inside and detaining Lucius Malfoy at wand point.
We at the Daily Prophet have discovered that Kieron Tymor is in fact only sixteen years old. We wonder what the Ministry is thinking allowing a teenager do their work for them regardless of the good it did. He may have found evidence that You-Know-Who is back but what business is it of teenagers?
"Isn't that the guy that we saw with Malfoy in Diagon Alley?"
"Yes. I didn't think he was much of a Malfoy fan then, he acted differently than Malfoy's other stooges," Hermione replied.
"I thought the same, especially after he smiled at you. Let's face it no one who likes Malfoy would fancy you on principle, but he certainly did."
Hermione went bright red. "He might not, we could just be assuming."
Harry smiled. When Fleur had told him that Hermione fancied someone that it was this Tymor guy. "Well if he does he'll be pleased to know that you fancy him as well."
"I don't know what you're talking about Harry," she said going redder.
"Fleur told me and I figured it out Hermione. There's nothing wrong with it, you can fancy whoever you like. I'll just keep on an eye on him; you're going to be very careful with guys after Krum."
Hermione smiled. "Thank you Harry, but I don't think he'll be like that. There was just something about him. It was like my magic was telling me he was special to me. I know it's weird."
"No its not. I know what wonderful things magic can do by itself. Just wait and see what happens."
"I will. Now you had better go to bed, you've had a long day."
Harry knew she was right. He was tired and wanted to get a full night's sleep before facing his interrogators the next morning. He knew every Weasley would do all they could to get every single detail about his day from him. He said good night to Hermione outside his bedroom door and went to bed.
