It was now Saturday, very early in the morning. Yuri was sitting at his desk, having a conversation with himself like he had every day for the past week, while translating one of his books. The past week had been amazing. He, Harry, Fleur and Gabrielle had sat together whenever they were in the great hall for breakfast, dinner or supper, talking about nothing really. Harry had told the French witches about his adventures in Hogwarts, which had shocked them as much as it had him. The women, on their part, talked even more about Beauxbatons, and more specifically, about France. They told them about all the places one could visit in Paris alone and Yuri honestly thought it sounded amazing. Being Undead, Yuri had traveled a lot before his time in the Asylum. He had traveled through the major part of Lordran for the first 2 years. He had also traveled a bit throughout Britain to fight Voldemort and his forces during the first War against the self-proclaimed Dark Lord. However, Yuri had never taken a moment to enjoy the view, to enjoy the places he had visited. It was dangerous for Undead to lose focus, Lordran is home to many different kinds of dangerous beings and he definitely hadn't time to slack off during the war with Voldemort. The French witches had also told them about their interests and hobbies. Fleur was good in Charms and Transfiguration, while Gabrielle was mostly interested in Astronomy. Harry had told them that he liked Quidditch, of course, and that he liked Defense Against the Dark Arts. He had learned that Harry's birthday was the 31st of July. While Fleur and Gabrielle's birthday were on the 21st of September and the 28th of October respectively.

At first, Yuri kept mostly to himself, listening while the others were talking. He couldn't exactly join in the conversations they had. As Undead, there was no time for hobbies or other things to pass the time because there was no free time. Gabrielle had asked him about his birthday. The only respond he could muster was an awkward chuckle. Undead didn't have birthdays, they technically didn't even have an age. They just existed. His body was probably hundreds of years old, gods know how long ago he had died. However, He knew that he had existed for 19 years already, he had made the calculations during his first week at Hogwarts, but didn't know if that counted as his age. In the middle of the week, with some encouragement from Harry, he finally opened up a bit. He told them things that just came to his mind, things they had talked about. He told them about his skill and interest in pyromancies. He saw the surprised looks on Fleur and Gabrielle's faces when he told them he was a pyromancer, but luckily, they didn't ask questions. He told them a little bit about Quelana, retelling more stories about his first days as a pyromancer.

Friendship was a foreign concept to him. Most of the time, when people were nice to Undead, it was mostly because they needed something, the only exception to this was Quelana. His friendship with Harry had only deepened. They continued their training sessions, With Harry practicing new spells while he gave him pointers on how to control the spell more. Sometimes, the roles were reversed, with Yuri trying to relearn some pyromancies while Harry watched and helped wherever he could. That was the reason why he was translating the books he had. They were written in Latin and contained knowledge about pyromancies, miracles and spells from Soul Magic. He had never really bothered reading them before, as Quelana was there to help him and teach him. But now, he figured he could really use them to learn some new things. He was translating them so Harry could read them. He had 2 books on pyromancies and one book each on miracles and Soul Magic. He also had another, rather thick, book about Undead. A gift from Quelana. He was planning on translating that one too so Harry, and hopefully Fleur and Gabrielle in the future, could read it to learn more about him and his Kind.

Not only had his friendship with Harry deepened this last week, he felt like he had formed a friendship with both French women. It felt like the first week when he had met Harry. It was mostly spent on getting to know each other, with a few jokes in between, of course. They had opened up a bit to both him and Harry about the treatment they got for, well, being themselves. Fleur had said that most men look at her with lust. Their eyes would glaze over and they would act all though, trying to get her attention. The women would act jealous, just because she got all the attention. She also said that she was grateful that both him and Harry weren't influenced by it. He had no idea how Harry was immune to it but he had an idea why he was immune to Fleur's allure. Undead had naturally good mental shields. She had voiced how happy she was that she could talk to someone who wasn't affected. Gabrielle, on the other hand, had a similar experience with prejudices. She explained that Veela age differently. Apparently, a Veela will remain in a child's body until said body decides that they are mature enough to grow up and become a woman. Gabrielle was almost 15 but had explained that it normally doesn't happen before their 16th birthday. So she was stuck in the body of a twelve year old. She told them that her fellow students laughed at her for her size.

Yuri could sympathize with both women. People saw what he was first and foremost. An Undead, a skilled and deadly warrior who doesn't want anything but to kill. Life of an Undead was hard, emotions could get them killed, which is why Yuri kept everything hidden. He had built proverbial walls to keep everything in check, and only Quelana bothered to get to know the man beneath it all. When he had promised Oscar to come to these lands he had thought the same would happen, that he would continue his lonesome campaign, in search to complete whatever his quest was. How wrong he was.

It started with his little rescue of Harry and his friends. He hadn't know who Harry was back then, and his conversations with Miss Johnsen and the Headmaster gave him an idea how people around here treated him and his Kind. To say he had been surprised when he saw Harry at his door to thank him for the rescue was an understatement. The fact that anyone wanted to thank someone like him was a surprise in of itself. No one bothered to thank him, and yet, Harry did. Of course, Harry hadn't known what he was during the first week, so Yuri had prepared himself to lose whatever friendship he had with the young wizard as soon as he found out. He was even more surprised when he had said that he didn't care, that nothing would change. Yuri found himself trusting the young wizard more than he had almost anyone ever before, again, Quelana being the only exception. The second week only enforced this, deepening their friendship in something Yuri didn't even know was possible. Harry seemed genuinely interested when he had told him about his type of spells after their training sessions. Or his interest in his style of life, his travels of Lordran, and so much more, Yuri had told him almost everything he had went through. Of course, there were some things Yuri was reluctant to share. Most importantly, the Asylum, even a fleeting thought of the place sent shivers down his spine and genuinely made him afraid, something that was very rare for Undead. He didn't even know if he wanted to share those memories with anyone, so for now, he was happy to just keep them to himself. In return, Harry opened up too, which Yuri was thankful for. He had told him about his parents death, which had shocked him, of course. No one should've to live without parents. A child needs their parents to help them and to guide them in life. To support them when they need it. Yuri knew that he probably had parents in the past, before he was cursed, before he awoke again as Undead but had no memories of them. On top of that, Harry had told him about the treatment he got from his relatives. Yuri had gotten angry when Harry had told him about his little room under the stairs or how they had punished him whenever he did something wrong in their eyes. Yuri had been angry and wanted to storm over there and burn them to cinders for treating his friend like that. One wouldn't even treat a dog like that, let alone a human child. Harry had calmed him down.

"It is what it is, Yuri. No need to get angry over it." He had started and the sad tone didn't go unnoticed by Yuri. "I have you now, and Fleur and Gabrielle. And, of course, the three chasers." He had continued with a small smile. Yuri had noticed how he had excluded his other two friends, the girl with bushy hair and the red haired boy, he had forgotten their names. He knew why they were avoiding Harry and he still felt guilty about it. If Harry hadn't chosen to hang out with him, their friendship wouldn't have been compromised. He had voiced this once but Harry had quickly shut it down.

"You have no reason to apologize or to feel guilty, Yuri. They jumped to conclusions without even getting to know you." He had started. "I can say that you have been a better friend over these past two weeks than they have been over three years." Yuri had raised an eyebrow at that. Harry had just continued. "I appreciate the help they have given me, but they see my fame first, the Boy-Who-lived. While you, Fleur and Gabrielle see the real me first, Harry, The fourteen year old who wants to be normal for a change." He had finished with sigh.

His friendship with the two French witches was still a bit new but he could definitely say that it felt the same like his friendship with Harry. He trusted them more than he had everyone else. They had been often confused about the stories he had told, probably because of the gaps or lack of information like Harry had told him. They had been confused of his lack of birthday or his lack of hobbies, and yet, they didn't even ask about it once, which he was grateful for. It showed that the respect he held for them both was mutual. In return, they had opened up about their lives, which he found very interesting. He had wanted to tell them his true identity several times over the past week, to just take them somewhere private and spill everything like he had with Harry but he was scared. He was scared that they would be afraid of him and run away. Which was another thing that was entirely new to him. He had faced dragons, wyverns, drakes, demons and other monstrosities, never had he been scared. The whole friendship thing had him confused but the very idea that he could lose both witches just because of what he was, scared him. He didn't want to lose them, he valued their friendship, he liked being around them. They had been open about them being Veela, but like he had told Harry, there is a big difference between Undead and Veela. Veela were shunned by fellow women while men objectified them. He admitted that it was cruel but they weren't carted of to an Asylum to rot, they weren't considered dangerous by the Ministry, they didn't need to be afraid of turning Hollow and harming the ones they care about.

Which was another thing he was kind of scared of. During his travels in Lordran and his participation in the first war against Voldemort, he didn't really gave much thought about himself turning Hollow. He figured he would perish long before the curse could consume him, like so many others of his Undead brethren. He had never had the chance to see the end of the war. He had been carted of to the Asylum because he was deemed too dangerous by the Ministry. He didn't had the chance to see the end of the war in which he had participated in, with full devotion. The same war that had ended two years later with the death of his friend's parents. The thoughts about him becoming Hollow became more real when he was locked up in the Asylum, but even then, it didn't bother him that much. To start with, he was locked up, with no way of escaping. When an Undead turns Hollow, they lose most brain functions, their only aim is to kill and even that aim disappears after an amount of time. So he had figured that his Hollow self could never find a way out of his cell, and even if it did, he hadn't worried about it hurting anyone. The Asylum was located in a place far from any civilization and he didn't have anyone he really cared about, again, except Quelana. But, he had figured out that she could protect herself from a Hollowed Undead. She was far more powerful than him, far more skilled in the art of pyromancies, she was the daughter of the Mother of Pyromancies after all. He had all but welcomed the fact that he would turn Hollow in the Asylum but to his surprise, it never came. After Oscar's rescue he had given the process of Hollowing more thought. What if he turned Hollow before his quest was complete? Were the things people said about him really true? Was he really the Undead's last hope? He had wanted to figure things out as soon as possible but then he had met Harry, Fleur and Gabrielle. Thinking about his friends made him smile like a madman, they didn't know it but he was happier than he had ever been in his entire existence, and they were the reason. He couldn't imagine them being gone from his life, even if he had only knew them from a short amount of time. Of course, he hadn't voiced anything about him being the Chosen Undead to Harry. He would first figure it out for himself, figure out what it truly meant. While his friendship with the three of them made him happy, it also worried him a bit. More specifically, he worried about himself. If he were to turn Hollow now, his Hollowed self would almost certainly target them first.

He stopped writing when he finally realized what he had been doing for these past two weeks. He had unconsciously put Harry, Fleur and Gabrielle in danger. The friendship they shared made them a target for his Hollowed self. He cursed, angry at himself for his selfishness. If he had done what he had planned, they wouldn't have been in any danger. He was a fool to think that he could be anything else than the cursed corpse he was. He was cursing more loudly now, how could he forgot something as important as that?

He thought about ending the friendship he had built between them. It would be easy. He reasoned with himself. Ignore them from now on, to protect them, to keep them safe from yourself. He sneered at no one in particular. However, he knew that he couldn't do it. Harry had spoken so highly of him and both Fleur and Gabrielle had thanked him more than once for listening to them, for accepting them for who they were, for being there for them. He could never turn his back to them. I will have to find a way to protect them when the time comes. He negotiated with himself. He couldn't turn his back on them, so he could as well protect them from what's to come. He was shaken out of his thoughts when he heard a knock on his door. Apparently, he had been lost in his thoughts longer than he realized, it was time for breakfast. He stood up and went to open the door.

"Good morning, Yuri." Harry exclaimed. However, it seemed that Harry sensed his distress because he quickly frowned. "What's wrong."

"Good morning, Harry." He greeted his friend in return. "Nothing's wrong." He lied, not wanting to talk about his concern of Hollowing just yet. If Harry didn't buy the lie, he didn't show it, his frown disappeared. "I think I have made a decision by the way." He started again as soon as Harry had entered his room and had sat down on the couch. Harry raised an eyebrow in question.

"What about?" he asked.

"I decided that I will tell Fleur and Gabrielle everything." He received a smile from him.

"That's good to hear, I am sure everything will be fine." Harry reassured him again. Over the past week Yuri had voiced his concerns more than once.

"I hope it will be." Yuri muttered in response while putting his diary and the book he was translating away.

"Of course it will! When are you going to tell them?"

"I planned on doing it after breakfast." He answered while grabbing the chair and taking a seat across Harry.

"That's good to hear, I am sure everything will be okay, Yuri. You have nothing to worry about." Harry still saw the uncertainness in his eyes. This was one of the few times his friend's cool, calm and collected attitude faltered. He decided to change the subject, to take his friend's mind of what was to come. "So, how far are you with translating those books?"

"The first one on pyromancies is almost complete, however, after that one, I am going to translate the book on Undead first. So you, and hopefully Fleur and Gabrielle can read a bit more about my Kind." He said.

"That is a very good idea, Yuri. I would love to learn more about Undead." He said genuinely. He saw Yuri's stunned expression for a moment. Harry knew that Yuri was still surprised that he showed so much interest in the history and capabilities of Undead but that was because he was genuinely interested in it. He found it fascinating, while wondering while the Ministry of Magic had kept their existence such a secret. He was slightly nervous too as to how their French friends would react to the truth.

"I think it is time for us to go to the Great Hall, breakfast is about to begin." Harry had finally said after they had talked a bit more about Yuri's books.

They made their way towards the Great Hall. Yuri was getting more nervous to closer they got to it. He rested his left hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword. It had become a bit of a habit, whenever he felt angry or nervous, he would grip the hilt, trying to get his emotions back in check. Before they could enter, however, he saw three women coming towards them. As they came closer, he recognized one of them. It was Miss Johnsen, the same one he had talked about after their fight with the Death Eaters. The same one who pieced together what he was. He steeled himself, adopting the indifferent attitude he had used so many times before in the past. He saw Harry glance at him with a questioning glance, probably wondering why he had reacted that way. Before he could say something, two of them spoke up. Their names were Miss Bell and Miss Spinnet, if he remembered correctly.

"Good morning, Harry, Sir." They greeted them with a smile, which he saw Harry return in kind. He gave them a friendly nod. He saw Miss Johnsen looking intently at him before she too greeted Harry and himself. He knew that Harry was friends with them so he decided to be friendly in return.

"Good morning, to you too. Please call me Yuri." He stated politely. He saw Harry giving him another quick glance before returning his attention back to the three ladies standing before them. He has definitely noticed the change in my demeanor and voice. He concluded. I'll explain it to him later. He heard Miss Bell speaking up, locking eyes with him.

"I wanted to thank you, Yuri. You saved not only my friends from the attack, but you saved my life." He could hear the honesty in her voice and she really sounded genuine. "I wanted to thank you sooner but someone didn't let me." She said while glaring at Miss Johnsen who stood on her right. She sounded genuine so he gave her a smile in return before answering.

"No problem, Miss Bell, you do not need to thank me, I was only doing my duty."

"Call me Katie, please, Miss Bell sounds way to formal." She said with a smile. However, Harry was frowning at Angelina. Both Katie and Alicia saw it too. He figured it out. He concluded and decided to step in before both parties would say things they regret. He really didn't want Harry to lose more friends because of him.

"Miss Johnsen, a word in private if you please." He stated politely, getting confused looks from everyone. Harry was about to say something but he silenced him with a shake of his head. "Don't worry, we won't be long." He added. The confused expressions didn't disappear but he saw Harry nod.

He took Angelina a bit further away from the group, away from prying eyes and ears. She seemed nervous, almost afraid even. He sighed softly, relaxing the grip on his hilt a bit more to hopefully bring her more at ease. I hope Fleur and Gabrielle won't be afraid of me. He silently begged to whatever deity existed before addressing the woman standing before him, watching him with nervous eyes.

"Look, Miss Johnsen, you know what I am, but I assure you, you do not need to fear me. I know that you don't trust me." He started in a whisper. " But I really mean you no harm. Or anyone else for that matter." He tried again, with a more gentler tone. He saw her relaxing somewhat. Progress. He silently huffed. "The only thing I ask of you is to not tell anyone what I am. I would like to keep it hidden for as long as possible." She nodded and relaxed a bit more. He had nothing more to say so he gave her a nod, intending to leave, before her voice stopped him.

"It's not that I don't trust you, Yuri. I was scared when I found out. I had only read a small paragraph about Undead. I read that you were dangerous and just assumed it to be the truth. I have heard Harry's discussion with Ron and Hermione and realized I did the same. I am sorry." She ranted in a whisper. He was surprised, he really didn't expect an apology. " Harry speaks highly of you, Yuri. Harry doesn't make friends quite easily. It took Alicia, Katie and I years to built the trust and friendship we share now. And I have never heard him speak of Ron or Hermione like that before. It made me realize my mistake, I am really sorry." She added. Yuri had expected that even less. His next response was with a smile, a small genuine one.

"You have nothing to apologize for, Miss Johnsen, you were worried about the safety of your friends." He answered, still a bit shaken after her little rant.

"Please, call me Angelina." She started again, her smile back in place. "And I promise I won't say anything to anyone." Yuri gave her a grateful nod before the both of them joined the others again.

Harry threw him a question glance again, while the other two women were doing the same to Angelina.

"Everything is fine, now let's eat." Angelina exclaimed before entering the Great Hall, flanked by Katie and Alicia. They took place in the middle of the Gryffindor table. They had invited both Harry and Yuri to join them but they had declined politely, preferring their spot at the end of the table.

"What was that all about?" Harry had asked.

"She figured my true identity after the fight." He just stated. Harry's eyes went wide.

"What?" He exclaimed in a surprise whisper.

"Yes, apparently, she had read about it before." He started nonchalantly. "To say she was surprised and scared, is an understatement."

"She was scared?" Harry asked bewildered.

"Yes, The Ministry wants to keep us a secret, and if any information about us is leaked, they portray us as Dark Creatures, to incite fear." He answered, he found his Friend's dumbfounded expression only a bit funny. However, it soon changed in one of anger.

"Why do they do that?" He hissed. Yuri shrugged.

"I do not know, we are not exactly liked among the living, Harry." Harry still didn't like how Yuri addressed himself as dead every time they spoke about something like this. In his eyes, Yuri was as much alive as he was.

"So what did Angelina want?" He asked, trying to forget his anger for the Ministry. He couldn't believe they would do something like that, especially after everything the Undead have done in the past.

"I reassured her that I mean no harm towards anyone in this school. I also asked her to keep my identity a secret for now."

"You want to tell the whole school eventually?" Harry asked in disbelief. He wasn't opposed to the idea but he had seen how the Headmaster had treated him.

"I would rather not, Harry, trust me. " He started. "Imagine how parents would react when they found out an Undead is in the same school as their kids, there would be uproar." He continued. "However, I do realize that I can't keep it a secret forever."

He could see Fleur and Gabrielle entering the Great Hall, making their way towards them. Yuri was getting nervous again. Fleur took a seat next to Harry while Gabrielle took a seat next to him, like they had done for the past week.

"Bonjour Yuri, Harry." They both greeted at the same time in their French accent while taking their seats.

"Good Morning!" Harry exclaimed cheerfully.

"Good morning." He greeted them too while giving them both with a small smile. There were already hundreds of scenarios running through his head on how they would react when he told them his true identity.

Not soon after, food appeared on the tables and they started eating. They fell into a comfortable conversation, like they had for the past week. Harry told them about some of the pranks he pulled on Malfoy. Yuri had learned from Harry that Malfoy was a real prat. Insulting anyone who he deemed lesser than himself. While Yuri didn't exactly condone revenge, he had to admit that some of the pranks were pretty funny. After that, Fleur and Gabrielle told them some more about their childhood. Apparently, their house is located close to the sea, in southern France, so they would often take trips there with their parents to relax. The meal went by quickly, a bit too quickly in Yuri's opinion. He already didn't eat much, but now, he didn't have an apatite at all. Before Fleur and Gabrielle could excuse themselves to go back to the Carriage, Yuri spoke up.

"There is something that I need to tell you, something very important." He started, his voice even, looking between Fleur and Gabrielle. They both looked at him with surprise.

"What is wrong Yuri?" Gabrielle asked him with a bit of concern in her voice while putting her hand on his shoulder. Fleur too was watching him with concern.

"I think it is best if we go somewhere more private, it is to crowded here, I know a nice place by the Black Lake." He started again. "So I would like to ask you to please follow me so I can tell you?" He asked and he was ashamed that he couldn't keep the slight waver out of his voice. He saw both Fleur and Gabrielle nod in confirmation while Harry gave him a supportive smile. They stood up and made their way out of the Great Hall, towards the spot between the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake. The same spot he and Harry used to train. He kept walking ahead of the three of them, silently pondering on how he would approach it. By the gods, what am I doing? He asked himself. I have already thrown Harry in a world full of even more danger and now I am about to do the same to Fleur and Gabrielle? I have been selfish. He sighed, loudly, his left hand gripping the hilt of his sword tightly.

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Gabrielle had no idea what was going on when they made their way outside to follow Yuri. The past week had been fantastic. Both she and her sister were so happy that they had met and befriend Harry and Yuri. Both men didn't judge her by her size, they recognized that she was in fact older than 12, even if her body wasn't. Her sister was happy too, she had never seen Fleur like that, probably happy to talk to two men who weren't trying to get in her pants. The talks they had shared throughout the week had created a friendship between the four of them. Harry had been nothing but kind towards both of them. Sharing how he hated the fame that surrounded him for something he couldn't even remember. He had talked a bit about his relatives but not in great detail, she had figured it was kind of a sore topic for him and hadn't pushed him further. However, the man they were now following was still somewhat of a riddle to her. She knew that there were things he wasn't telling. The big gaps in the stories he had told were a big giveaway. She still found the reaction to her question about his birthday weird. She had learned that Yuri was calm and collected, however, his voice when he had told them he needed to tell them something sounded so foreign to her. It sounded like he was carrying a big burden on his shoulder. She was concerned about him and if Fleur's concerned looks were anything to go by, she was too. She noticed that Harry didn't seem bother at all about Yuri's whole change of demeanor. So she decided to ask him about what was going on.

"What is wrong, Harry? What's wrong with Yuri?" She asked while looking at him, hoping he could provide some form of an answer. She could see her sister focusing her attention on him too. He let out a big sigh before responding.

"There is nothing wrong with him, Gabrielle, don't worry." He started with reassuring her. "But, He is about to tell you two something, something very important to him." He continued. "I obviously already know about it but it isn't my place to tell you. The only thing I ask from the both of you is to hear him out." He finished and she noticed that he was almost pleading.

"Of course we'll hear him out, he's our friend." She heard her sister answer. She saw Harry smile at that.

"I am glad to hear that." Harry answered before they arrived in a clearing. She could see the Black lake on her right and the edge of the Forbidden Forest to her right. There were trees scattered around the clearing, shielding them from any prying eyes. Yuri turned around, inviting them to sit down, overlooking the lake. The three of them sat down, while Yuri paced around in front of them, she had never seen him nervous before.

"Thank you for coming here." He started, he seemed lost for words, another thing that was so unlike Yuri. "I invited you here to tell you the truth. The past week has been amazing." It looked like he was rambling a bit. "I wanted to tell the truth because I value your friendship greatly." She could hear the honesty in his voice. "I only have the three of you." She heard him murmur. "I want to tell you because you deserve to know the truth, you deserve to know with whom you've spent the previous week with." She was confused even more than she already was. What did he mean by that? She could see that her sister was as confused as her, while Harry watched, she could see the concern now all across his face. She saw Yuri stop pacing. He looked her right in the eye. Only now could she see that he wasn't only nervous, she could see the fear in his eyes. He quickly looked away, making brief eye contact with his sister, she had no doubt that she too could see the fear in his eyes. He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, fear clear in his voice.

"I am Undead." He had closed his eyes, probably afraid to see their reactions, Harry too was watching them intently. She bet that her eyes almost popped out of their sockets and she could hear her sister silently gasp in surprise.

She knew what Undead were, she had read a bit about them in her previous year and she was sure her sister had heard about them too. She knew that not a lot was known about them. The Ministry labeled them as very unpredictable and dangerous but they were mostly a mystery. She frowned, Yuri wasn't dangerous, he had been nothing but friendly towards the both of them. Before either she or Fleur could answer, Yuri spoke up again. He had opened his eyes again, looking between the two of them.

"I wanted to tell you because you deserve the truth." He started, his voice unlike she had ever heard before. It was calm and collected, a bit too collected. It sounded rather cold and emotionless. "I understand if you wanted nothing to do with me anymore." That almost sounded bitter, like he knew how this would end. She remembered his words: "I only have the three of you." They were the only ones he was close too, except for his mentor he had told briefly about. To her, it didn't make a difference. In her eyes, he was still Yuri, the man she had got to know over the past week. Before she could voice this, her sister spoke up.

"It doesn't make a difference to me, Yuri, and I am sure it doesn't bother Gabrielle either." Fleur said, she gave Yuri a smile in confirmation. She could see him relax a bit, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Indeed, it doesn't matter to me either, Yuri, you are still our friend, nothing will change that. But thank you for sharing this with us." She added, this time it was her sister that nodded in confirmation, indicating that she felt the same. She could see Harry smiling.

"I… Thank you, that means a lot to me." He said honestly. She gave him a reassuring smile in return. She was happy that he had told them. It looked like a giant weight was lifted of his shoulders.

A/N: so Yuri finally told Fleur and Gabrielle his true identity! I am sorry I took so long again, but exams are driving me crazy! I am not one to beg for reviews but I would really like some feedback so please leave your thoughts! Thank you and have a good day!