A/N: Sorry guys. I know some people have been waiting. I've just been busy. Summer break was… busier than I wanted (parents, sigh). And then, stress from school starting, well, you get the gist. I don't have a beta (not his fault, I am terrible with deadlines, even self imposed ones). So ye. If you see anything, PM me and I can fix it. Sorry if this turns into one of those stories that you have to reread from the beginning because you forgot what had happened.

The time that Harry had been dreading was here. It was time for the Yule Ball. While Harry had passable skills when it came to dancing and etiquette, Daphne made sure that he would be immaculate. She took to giving him lessons in their off time.

"If we're using this to show our alliance, I am not going to look like a fool because you forgot the steps to a bloody waltz."

Sighing, he stood in the Entrance Hall, waiting for Daphne to come by.

"My, don't you look charming."

Harry turned around to see Susan and Hannah standing there, looking beautiful. Susan was wearing a red dress that complimented her hair, while Hannah decided to go for a lavender dress.

"Ladies, you look spectacular."

"And you look quite dashing yourself." Hannah said.

"So, where are your dates?"

"Right over there." Susan said, pointing behind Harry's right shoulder.

When he looked, he saw Neville and a boy from Beaubaxtons.

"I don't believe I know you." Harry said to the French boy.

"I am Philip." the boy said.

"Your English is quite good."

"Yes, most countries have a foreign language class that is English. Do you know any others?"

"Now that you mention it, I do."

Philip looked quite startled.

"I wasn't aware you spoke French."

"It's not really something I prefer to advertise. Anyway, seems like your date is getting a bit annoyed at us."

Indeed, Susan was giving the two of them an exasperated look.

"Neville, Philip. I hope you both intend to treat your dates well?"

"Of course," the two of them said.

Harry nodded then said, "Well, it looks like my own date has arrived."

Indeed, Daphne was coming from the direction of the dungeons, and she looked stunning.

She was wearing a deep purple dress that matched quite well with her purple eyes and complimented her black hair. Harry grinned at her.

After that, they waited. It wasn't long before Cedric, Victor, and Roger came to the Entrance Hall.

"Cedric, nice to see you."

Cedric merely grinned. "Hey there Harry. Can you guess who my date is?"

"Let me guess, starts with a C, ends with an O?"

"Right-o"

"So then I can assume Fleur is your date Davies, seeing as you're standing here with us."

Roger nodded, before his face went slack.

The person in question had showed up, and most of the male population couldn't help but stare. She was wearing a silver dress that hugged all the right places, accentuating her curves. While not nearly as tall as her headmistress, she was above average for a girl, 5'5". Her eyes seems to shimmer, and her hair reflected the candlelight with an almost ethereal glow.

Harry was caught up in her for just a moment, before turning to see a mischievous grin on his date.

"I don't like that look. I don't think it has ever boded well for me."

"It'll be fine. I'm glad you snapped out of it so quickly."

"It wasn't the allure that got me. It was just reflex."

Roger still seemed to be in a daze, and his date was in a bit of huff because of it. It was at this moment that the fourth champion's date arrived

Viktor Krum's date was not at all who he thought it would be. He expected it to be someone from the Durmstrang delegation, and maybe someone who was a little bit older. What he did not expect was to see Hermione Granger walking down the stairs, a ball gown on her.

Out of Thomas's two main friends, she was the more tolerable of the two. While slightly misplaced, she was loyal, and fairly intelligent. The annoying part was that she flaunted it, and Thomas's and Weasley's attitude towards schoolwork did not help matters, as she took it upon herself to help them.

To say the least, Harry was confused at Viktor's choice, but figured that he had a reason for it.

"Ah, Champions. Now that all of you and your dates are here, we can begin. Let's go alphabetically by school, so Miss Delacour, you first, then Mister Krum, then Mister Diggory and then Mister Potter. Now, everyone is already seated, but you four shall first walk in and be seated at the top table"

When the doors opened, the Champions started moving. The Great Hall looked completely different. The walls had been covered in sparkling silver frost, while ivy and mistletoe hung from everywhere. Gone were the long rectangular tables, replaced by round ones, probably as to encourage talking, particularly of the champions.

As they walked in, Harry couldn't help but look around a little bit. Thomas seemed to have gotten a date from a girl in Gryffindor, and Weasley as well. Both were glaring daggers, but surprisingly at different people. Thomas at himself, naturally for his position and his date, and Weasley at Krum. It was, of coure, the worst kept secret that Weasley liked Granger.

As they made their way to the table and started taking their seats, he noted that he was seated next to Krum, a champion he didn't really get to interact much with. Before he could get a word in, however, a tinkling of a glass brought everyone's attention to Dumbledore.

"Before we start the ball, I would like everyone to enjoy a nice meal. Tuck in."

By now, everyone was well-accustomed to the old man's habits and waited for the food to appear, which it didn't. It was only when Dumbledore picked his menu and said "Pork Chops", that everyone else began to catch on, excitedly discussing the menu's choices.

Fleur was grumbling a little bit about the lack of French choices, but was happy there were any at all.

"So, Krum, figured out the egg yet?"

The person in question looked to his left to see his fellow champion. Harry had chosen a steak for his dinner.

He decided to try to continue this conversation, one of the few that had been started with him that wasn't about Quidditch. "Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Wouldn't want you to be getting any ideas."

Harry chuckled. "True. Although, I already keep a pretty close eye on my competition. So, Krum, any chance you can tell me where I can find the elusive Durmstrang?"

At this, Granger moved closer to hear the conversation. "Call me Viktor, please. And no, I'm sorry to say I can't. Ve are all sworn to secrecy."

"Damn. I know approximately where Beaubaxtons is-" Fleur shot him a look at this, "-and based on student rolls, I can tell that it's somewhere in Eastern or Northern Europe. I would say northern based on the heavy coats you guys wore. And please, call me Harry then."

"Acute observation. I of course can neither confirm nor deny your statements."

"Harry, you know where Beaubaxtons is?"

"Somewhere in the Pyrenees Mountains. There are only so many places an elite school of magic could be without being discovered."

Fleur conceded that.

"So, Krum, I know we talked a little bit about Quidditch, but I was just wondering, and sorry if you've been asked this before, but what's your favorite part about the sport?"

Krum had started to groan at the mention of Quidditch, but seeing as it wasn't the usual question about strategy or his favorite team, he decided to answer.

"Honestly? I'm not sure. But for me, it's probably the chase. Not the sport, or winning. Just the feeling of me, and the snitch."

"Interesting. For me, I just like flying."

"I've asked before; want to go sometime?"

"Maybe when it's a little bit warmer."

"Oh come on, this is nothing."

Harry just gave Krum a pointed look.

"So, how did you get your date?"

"Vell, she is very pretty." Granger blushed at this, and Harry had to give her that. She wasn't unattractive. "She was also one of the few to not ogle me and follow me around."

"Interesting way to pick a ball date."

"Yea, vell, it may be interesting, but it got good results."

Harry shrugged.

"So, Harry, tell me how did you find your date?" Granger asked. She was interested in Greengrass, one of the few, much to her chagrin, who could outscore her.

Harry wanted to correct her on her use of his first name, but decided to be cordial seeing as he gave Viktor the right to use his first name.

"Well, I've known her since I was a child. So has Thomas you know?"

Granger was surprised at this. "He's known Slytherins?"

"Granger, do you think purebloods are sorted before they get to Hogwarts? I won't say we're just like first generation magicals, but people aren't born into little boxes."

Granger for her part seemed to be a little bit embarrassed.

"Anyway, since we've known each other for so long, and neither had a date, we decided to go together. It's as simple as that."

Honestly, it was anything but simple. They both had their own reasons, but at the same time, they both knew each other well enough that it wasn't completely for utilitarian purposes that they were here together.

"Cedric, you're reason is obvious." Cho just blushed. "Fleur, how about you?"

Fleur just shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not very popular in Beaubaxtons, so it was limited to people from Hogwarts and Durmstrang. Seeing as I sat mainly at Ravenclaw, Roger here was closest to my age. However, I really wish Hogwarts wasn't so drab sometimes. At Beaubaxtons at Christmas, we have ice sculptures that don't melt so they look like diamond, and none of that ugly armor."

Roger was just nodding along. "Too right, too right."

Harry doubted that Roger was hearing a word of what Fleur was saying. Her natural Allure seemed to be amplified by how beautiful she was looking. Roger never stood a chance. It wasn't really his fault.

In the meantime Granger was trying to teach Krum how to say her first name, without much success.

"Hermy-own."

"Her-my-oh-nee"

"Herm-own-ninny"

"Close enough I suppose."

Harry continued to chat with primarily Cedric and Cho. Daphne occasionally pitched in, but it seemed as if she was using this opportunity to gather information on the people there. After all, Fleur's father was pretty important, and Krum was famous himself, but his father was an advisor to the Bulgarian Minister.

"Hey, Greengrass, how goes the civil war?"

Harry, Daphne, and Cho froze. Trust Cedric to say something about it here. Maybe it was a mistake to let Cedric know about this. It wouldn't be natural to not say something about it, but they really didn't want to.

"It's going well. Recent events have helped to solidify my position." Cho elbowed Cedric lightly to try to get him off this conversation, and he seemed to catch on, but it was too late.

"A civil war? What do you mean?" The slightly shrill voice caused the Daphne, Cho, and Harry to groan slightly. This was why it wasn't discussed in the open usually. Harry shot Cedric a light glare, who mouthed a "sorry" to him.

"It's really none of your business Granger."

"What are you talking about? You're talking about a war, how is that not everybody's business?"

"It's not an actual war Granger." Harry knew how she worked. Greengrass may not. All he had to do was give her a little bit of information and pretend that it was everything. "It's being called that, but it's just a slight disagreement in Slytherin House. Nothing to worry about."

Granger frowned a bit, but nodded. 'She's not going to let this go. I'll have to give people a heads up about it.' In the meantime, at least they weren't talking about it.

The war in Slytherin was actually going very well. Malfoy, for all of his posturing, had little to back him up except his father's name and money and the loyalty of his followers, which he only had because of the former. Daphne had both of those, but she also had wit and nobody really wanted to cross wands with her. Someone tried to see if they could thaw the infamous Ice Queen; the result was that half of Slytherin house wasn't sure at the moment whether he would be able to have kids. Frozen bits tend to do that.

Harry's emergence as an elemental and alliance with Greengrass boded well. It translated into better treatment of houses, something which was well noticed. Of course, there were still some scuffles, and of course house rivalries, but nothing like before.

Soon, Dumbledore cast a Sonorus and tinkled his glass. Everyone quickly looked towards him.

"If we could now have the champions and their dates please approach the dance floor." With another wave of his wand, students and tables were sliding away to make some space as a platform rose, along with a set of instruments. The Weird Sisters started to take the stage, to much applause.

Harry and the other champions started to take the floor. Before too long they were ready.

As the music started, Daphne and Harry settled into a waltz. Daphne took this moment to engage a little bit conversation. "So, looks like the last one of us three has finally grown up. She nodded her head towards Neville, who was leading Hannah to the dance floor.

"It would seem so. He hasn't really needed to, and still doesn't. If we weren't his friends, I imagine it would have been another year or two."

"True." While the three of them had never really been close, they were the closest they had for friends for a long time, and grew up together.

"So, Harry, what about his date?"

"What about Hannah? You know she's one of my best friends."

"That's not what I mean, and you know it. While you may avoided a situation by taking me to the ball, but you know that isn't the end of this."

Harry sighed. "I know. But, I can't imagine myself dating either of them." Never mind having to choose between the two of them, but, they had been through so much with him, he already knew them so well. The three of them had confided so much in each other, that it would be weird to start a relationship with them. They were best friends, but Harry could never see them as anything but that.

The type of music changed, and more people were starting to join them on the dance floor, but the two kept dancing for now.

"So how are things with the French girl?"

"They're fine. We haven't really talked since the end of the First Task. We've made up, but we weren't exactly best friends from the get go."

Daphne gave a look, and Harry had no idea what it was.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just, in the beginning, you had seemed to get along quite swimmingly before the whole Goblet thing."

"And how would you know that? We had barely even talked."

Daphne shrugged. "Some people saw you talking. I mean this relative to both of you. She has pushed away most others, and you tend to be a loner yourself except for Bones and Abbott."

"Well, we'll see. I doubt anything huge will come out of it. Although, this summer does complicate things."

"Oh, can I assume that this has to do with the World Cup? Susan told me that Fleur's father told Madame Bones that someone saved Fleur. And Susan and Hannah told me about your…. absence for a little while."

"Yea, if you haven't figured it out yet, I was the one that saved her. Against that many people, I had to use my elemental powers, but I didn't expect her to be here. Nor to connect with her at all."

"Yea, well, I didn't expect for one of my closer friends to be an elemental after knowing him for 7 years." Daphne gave him a pointed look.

"Fine, you got me there. I'll see what happens with her."

"Come on, Harry. Let's go get some punch."

They stood around the table, noticing that Thomas, Ron, and their dates did not seem to having a good time. The four of them were soon joined by a flushed Granger, where they soon got into an animated discussion. Viktor soon joined them at the punch table.

"Hey, Viktor."

"Harry."

"Enjoying yourself I see."

"Yes, Herm-own-ninny is quite pleasant to be around. She really seems interested in learning about everything. I imagine that the tournament provided a great opportunity for her."

"Yea, Hogwarts doesn't really teach about the rest of Europe, unfortunately."

"So I've noticed. Most of the students that go here didn't even seem to know that there were other schools."

Harry mere shrugged. "In my opinion, if they care enough, they would go out and find out. I must say, have you seen the magical center of Paris? It's absolutely astonishing sometimes."

Krum smiled. "Yes, there is something to be said about the beauty of Paris, even the magical side of it. I have been there a couple of time due to games."

Harry noticed that Granger was running away from her friends. While he didn't care for her, he wanted a connection to Krum, so brought it to his attention.

"Hey, Viktor. You should go check on your date," he told him, pointing towards the retreating back of his date.

Krum frowned, but nodded his thanks to Harry and followed after her.

Unfortunately, Thomas ended up looking for where Viktor came from and, finding him, started walking towards us, scowling the whole way.

"What are you looking at Harry?"

"Nothing. I just noticed that Viktor's date left and pointed it out towards him."

"My friends are none of your business."

"I don't presume as such."

Their argument was drawing quite a bit of attention.

"Thomas, what do you want?"

"I want—why don't you just go back to what you've always done? Just stay in the back. I'm the Boy-Who-Lived. I'm the hero. I'm the pro-"

If Harry had a galleon for every time he saved Thomas, he would have, like 5 galleons give for take. Before Thomas could finish what he was saying, Harry quickly silenced it. It was times like this he was thankful he always had his wand on him in his holster.

Harry pulled him aside and hissed. "Are you a fucking idiot? What the bloody hell do you think you're shouting in the middle of the Great Hall? The only reason I didn't leave you to hang is because the fallout would affect me too."

Thomas's hazel brown eyes met Harry's blue ones. That's how he knew Harry was pissed. Thomas gulped as he thought what he was about to say.

"Listen Thomas. I thought that after I saved you the past two years, you would have realized that I care jack shit about who you are. I have my own life and my own way of doing those. I don't care about you, James, or Lily. Got it?"

Harry walked away without waiting for an answer. It took him a little while before he was calm enough to socialize with people again.

Harry and Daphne continued to sit around the punch table and were about to go back when Susan, Hannah, Neville, and Philip walked over.

"Hey guys." Harry greeted.

They all looked to be having a good time.

"You guys want to play a round of musical dates?" Neville asked. He seemed to be a little bit nervous about his date.

Harry and Philip shrugged. "Sure."

Harry partnered off with Susan first, Daphne with Neville, and Philip with Hannah.

Susan really did look stunning in her dress.

"You look beautiful."

"Haha, don't let Daphne hear you say that."

"Daphne and I know where we stand."

"And where do we stand Harry?"

They continued to dance a little bit. Harry took noticed of how her hair seemed to shine even brighter than usual, how it swayed back and forth.

"You know where we stand Susan."

Susan sighed, a slight tear forming in her eye, but she quickly wiped it away.

"Yea…"

"I saw the look when you asked me about going to the ball with Daphne. You always were a bit more perceptive and a bit less talkative than Hannah. You knew it was more than that."

"I just. I always hoped. I mean, of course, Hannah and I always dreamed about your brother. And then of course, those dreams were pretty quickly shattered. But then we thought back to that moment on the train, and realized why you disliked him, so we came to apologize. And I knew in my heart that all you were looking for at that time were friends, but we both came to like you more than that. But honestly, I always knew."

"I know. I ignored it when it started, but with all of this…."

Susan and Harry continued to dance for a little bit. Then, the song ended, and so did their dance.

"Susan, I may be the last person you want to talk to right now, but if you want."

Susan nodded. "If things change…"

"I'll let you know."

The two of them separated and went off to their next dance partners, which unfortunately at this moment, had to be Hannah.

"I quite like the color of your dress. I don't often see you in clothes like this."

Hannah blushed a little bit. "Thanks Harry."

The two of them just danced for a little bit with the music playing. There seemed to be a little bit of tension.

"What were you talking about with Susan?"

Harry was totally off guard. That always tended to happen with Susan and Hannah.

"Um, you know, just this and that. She asked me a little bit about the Second Task." She didn't.

"Come on Harry, tell me the truth. You've always been forthcoming with me, a little bit too much if I'm honest. Remember the train?"

"Haha, yea, in fact, Susan was just talking about it."

"She was, huh?"

Harry wanted to quickly change the subject. "How has Neville been?"

"Quite the gentlemen. I always thought he would be so shy. I guess knowing you really helped with that, because I totally did not expect him to just up and ask me during breakfast."

"Yea, well, he's in the house of the brave for a reason. It may have just taken a little bit for that to show."

"Enough about the houses. Harry, can we be honest here?"

"…Sure."

"Tell me, what did you and Susan really talk about?"

"…She wanted to know about me and her."

"And…?"

"I told her that she knows where we stand. She knows that that not how I feel about her…. about you as well.""

If Hannah was surprised about what he just said, she didn't show it. She just gave him a rueful little smile.

"I always suspected. I don't know. Susan and I talked about our feelings about you. I mean, that was complicated enough, two best friends liking the same person. But, I'm pretty sure we always knew somewhere…."

"I'm sorry Hannah."

"It's ok. I mean, it's not like this was out of the blue. Just, you're going to have me some time."

"Of course."

Luckily, or unluckily, the song ended there, and everyone went back to their dates. Daphne raised an eyebrow at him.

"What was that?"

"Me getting through a storm."

"Ah," she replied, as if that explained everything, which it may have.

"So, let's go back to the floor?"

Daphne shrugged. "Sure, whatever."

Harry just gave her a look.

"I'm kidding, come on," she said, leading him to the dance floor.

When the night was finally starting to wind down, Harry escorted Daphne back to her common room.

"Thanks for the great night Harry." Daphne said.

"Of course. I mean, we both needed each other, right?"

"Yea. And, to be honest, you're not terrible to be around."

"Anyway, I've gotta go."

"Sure, see ya Harry."

Harry started to go back to Ravenclaw tower, but seeing as curfew was extended for a lot longer than usual, he decided to go outside.

As he lay down by the lake, he thought of how things had changed this year. He formed an ice shard lazily rotating it this way and that. So many things were changing, and too quickly for his liking. Lines were changing among friends and enemies, new lines drawn, and he'd been outed. Honestly, there had only been the two people who ever knew about his powers. So, why was he chosen as champion? There should have been no reason for it.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of arguing. He started to walk and look around for the source. It wasn't too long before he found the source. Fleur and Davies were arguing in front of the Beaubaxtons carriage. It took Harry getting a little bit closer until he realized what the problem was. Davies was intoxicated, both by alcohol and by the Allure.

"Come on, come back to the tower with me."

"I already said no. I just want to go back to bed."

"Oh come on, I know you want it, dressing like that."

Davies grabbed her arm and Fleur was going to try to pull away before she caught something in her peripheral vision.

There was shards of ice pointed at different parts of Davie's body. Honestly, calling them spikes would be more accurate, they looked so sharp.

"I believe the lady asked to be left alone Davies."

Davies for his part just gulped. Ever since Harry had been outed as an elemental, things in Ravenclaw had changed. While Harry was always known as someone not to mess with, now, he essentially was at the top of the food chain. Having allies like most of the upperclassmen of Ravenclaw helped.

"Sorry Potter, just a joke," Davies said before running off.

"Sorry about that Fleur.

"It's no problem Harry thank for coming when you did.

"How was your night?"

Fleur gave him a look that said, 'really?'

"I should have taken someone else."

"Oh, why?"

"I thought Roger was able to resist the Allure. Well, apparently, he was only able to do it enough to ask me out without going slack jawed."

"That's…. unfortunate."

"Yea, that's one way of thinking. Maybe I should have just asked you." At this, Fleur got a little bit closer, looking into his eyes. "You're the only one I've met who has truly been able to resist the Allure."

Harry got a little bit nervous at how close Fleur was being. "Well, I had already asked Daphne pretty early, so that may not have worked out anyway."

"Oh, right." Fleur seemed disappointed. "Are you and Daphne close?"

"Not terribly."

"Oh, then why did you ask her?"

Harry pulled out his wand and cast a tempus. It was already well past midnight.

"Do you want to come inside and talk a little bit?"

Fleur looked around uncertainly before shrugging and saying, "Sure."

Harry led the way through the castle, up to the seventh floor. They then stopped in front of an ugly tapestry.

"Where are you taking me?" Fleur asked.

"Somewhere that'll, serve our needs."

Fleur took a step back as the wording, but then stared in shock. In the door, right in front of them, a door was appearing.

"No matter. We have hidden passageways in Beaubaxtons as well."

Harry just smirked at her.

"Yea, well, I'm pretty sure you guys don't have this. Beaubaxtons might have better education right now, but the founders of Hogwarts, they were each geniuses on their own, but together…."

Harry opened the door for her and Fleur gasped.

Inside was amazing. The room was nothing like the rest of Hogwarts. The whole interior was marble, was elegant lounging chairs and a beautiful fireplace. There was also a balcony that had the most amazing view. In fact, it was a view of

"Paris. Been a while since I've been here, but this is what I remember."

"This is amazing. How is this possible?"

"I couldn't tell you all the different magics behind this room. Like I said, together, the founders were geniuses."

Harry walked to the fireplace and turned around.

"This, is the Room of Requirement. It changes to suit the needs of whoever wants to or is using it. I asked for this Room, and also for a view of Paris. Because this is a room, however, most of what we can see isn't there unless we need it to be. For example if we wanted to start walking down in Paris, then the Room will materialize the city as we occupy it."

"Merde. This Room is incredible. I can't believe something like this exists." Fleur walked into the Room, the door closing behind her

"Yea, it is pretty amazing. When I found it, I couldn't believe it. I've spent a pretty long time learning the intricacies. For example, you can't use the room if someone else is using it, unless you are asking for the same room. However, you can also refuse access to people. And then, you can also do this."

Harry pointed towards the side of the room, and suddenly, the left side of the room was an open library.

"The Room can be changed mid use to suit the needs of its designer. By default, each iteration of the Room has one designer, unless that person allows others to make changes. Try to make something. Just wish for something."

Fleur tried to think about what she wanted. 'I wish I there was an elegant bath.'

Fleur didn't hear anything, but when she looked around, there was a door. Harry was curious as to what she wished for and followed.

When she opened the door, she gasped. Inside was a bathroom just like the room she imagined.

"This place is amazing."

"Yup. Anyway, this wasn't the reason I brought you here. You wanted to talk a little?"

"Right, I was just wondering, why did you take her?"

"My life is complicated. I didn't want to go with my two best friends, because they both have feelings for me, and Daphne, well, I've known her for a while. Plus, it was good politically for her."

Harry paused, but continued at Fleur's urging.

"With my help, she's winning a power struggle in Slytherin House."

"That's another thing. Why does Hogwarts have the house system? It seems only to separate and divide the student body."

"You're right. But, it's how it always has been. It's, well, I don't think Hogwarts will ever change that, given how we're founded."

"True."

The two of them just sat on the balcony, enjoying the fake, but nonetheless beautiful view.

"Harry?"

"Hmmm?"

"Why did you save me that day at the World Cup?"

This was the first time they'll really have talked about it. They glossed over it during their argument. But, this was the first time really talking about it. And it still felt weird to openly talk about his powers with other people.

"I don't know. Honestly, I had gotten lost. But then I heard spellfire and you were in trouble, and the one thing led to another and that happened."

"Why did you use your powers?"

"I may be a skilled duelist for my age, but going 10 versus 1, well, maybe in a few years."

"Well, thank you. If it hadn't been for you, well, I don't even want to imagine what would have happened."

Fleur seemed to hesitate a little bit, before gathering the courage and turning towards Harry.

"Harry. I was wondering…"

"Yea?"

"Can you show me your powers? I just. During the summer, I was obsessed with finding you, finding out who were so that I could thank you. My memory was hazy and I wasn't expecting it to be you, but now that I've met you, I'm glad. But, I don't know, I just want to see it up close."

Harry looked at her, sighed, and nodded.

"Okay."

His hair turned white in a moment, icy blue replacing the emerald green. His scar kaleidoscoped until it covered most of the right side of his face.

"Well, this is the other side of me." Harry looked up at his long hair, and blew on it. "I wish I kept my hair, though. I like my hair."

"I think it suits you." She brushed away some of the hair.

Harry cleared his throat. "Anyway, this is it."

Harry decided to play a prank on her, sending out a wave of frost that completely covered the room, including Fleur.

"Harry!" She shrieked. Harry merely laughed, melting the ice and coalescing all the water in his hand, before moving his hand in an arcing motion, making a dome of ice over him. Then, he added spikes to the dome, repeating in part what he did during the summer. He then sent the spikes out, and noticed the ease with which he did that. Granted, he didn't completely cover himself, but everything felt so much easier ever since his Awakening as he's been calling the incident at the end of the First Task.

"Amazing." Fleur said, mesmerized.

Harry willed the ice to melt and reform into his snowflake in his left hand and a bird in his left, which he gave to Fleur.

"Here."

She held the bird in her hands, before suddenly, it took off.

"I made it hollow, and I'm just controlling the wings right now to imitate flying."

Harry let it fly around Fleur a couple of times before dispelling the ice and cease channeling.

"We should head to bed."

Fleur nodded.

They made their way out of the Room, walking through the hallways together.

As they were separating, Fleur surprised him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll see you later Harry."

Harry was left standing there for a half a minute before he shook some sense into himself, going to bed.