I don't own Harry Potter in any format, this is a fanfiction only.
Harry continued teaching for another three years, the school had become a pretty well known Dark Arts school and the curriculum he made and the methods Harry used to teach were some of the most innovative the subject had seen in years. You see all schools except one had a practical section to teaching this class.
After a nice breakfast the headmistress called him to her office, as he walked into the office he saw that the office has not changed that much, "Good Morning Headmistress, to what do I owe this call to your office? Did one of my students complain that I assigned too much homework? Or that the way I teach is far too dangerous?"
She laughed as she heard him say that, "Actually I called you here to tell you some bad news, I know that you are familiar with the Tri-Wizard Tournament and the history of all the past Tournaments, I also know you are absolutely opposed to it ever being held again."
He sat down on the chair in front of her desk and could agree more to what she just said, "My family got history with that damn thing, I lost relatives to that abomination that you just called a tournament. You aren't going to tell me something crazy like they actually are holding it again, and our school has to participate are you?"
The half giant woman looked at him and began to wonder if he should teach divination too. "Actually that is exactly why I called you into my office since you teach Dark Arts I wanted to know what years could participate that would be ready for such dangers. Yes, we are compelled to participate."
Harry didn't look happy for several reasons, he would have to watch his own students be put through situations that they could actually die in, and second the idea that Fleur would want to compete to actually make her family proud sent shivers down his spine.
"Anything below the fourth year I would consider them not ready to face such dangers, I have done my best but at those years they haven't developed their magic capacity to actually compete. As for me being opposed to this, you tell me, how happy would you be to hear that your students will be forced to fight quite possibly to the death for the amusement of others?"
He looked at her and she knew he was dead serious, "And there is the lovely addition that one of the students is my wife. For all, I know that damnable tournament could end up making me a widower before my time! So yes, I hate the blasted tournament, and yes I am not very happy that we have to participate in something better left buried in the past."
She looked at him and began nodding her head in agreement, "I agree that this kind of tournament is too much gladiatorial for my liking, and you will not like the next part then, the tournament is being held at one school of the three schools participating, and it's Hogwarts."
Great, he didn't only have to see his students and quite probably his wife put in peril, but it had to be in that racist country. "Well, in that case, I actually feel a whole lot better, that country has a ministry that practically hates people who don't fit their classification of a human. That pretty much means Fleur will be denied the chance to participate."
She looked at him with a sneer, "You might think so, but that only applies to the school under the jurisdiction of the British Ministry of Magic, and since we are under the French Ministry it would follow that the rules and decisions of our Ministry would take higher authority with us. You know full well that the Ministry enforces the rule of equality among all magical people."
Harry could practically swear that she was angry with him because he was initially born in Great Britain and because she herself was half giant. "So my beloved mate could actually be forced to participate, well other than ruining my breakfast, is there any other bad news you would like to tell me?"
She looked at him and began to think really hard with her eyes closed, she then opened them and looked at him, "Now this one is rather personal, how do you think they will deal with the fact that you and Fleur are happily married, have purchased a home in Paris, and even I have to admit it looks like a humble little place on the outside, but a palace once you step inside."
She stood up and walked to stand right beside him, "How will you deal with the fact that the supposed Hero of Great Britain prefers to live in France with his french veela wife?" Harry stood up and he stood back enough to look at her.
"I don't give a damn what they think, and if they insult her they will be dealt with, and by that I mean I shall accept no dishonor to be cast on any of my family without the person doing so face the consequences of such action."
She laughed and as they walked towards the door she looked at him and realized he was not joking, "Harry you promised that you would not kill and devour people unless they tried to kill you or Fleur, you do remember that don't you?"
Harry walked through the doorway and turned around and looked at her, "That promise only is applicable to our school, I didn't promise I wouldn't do that anywhere in the entire Magical nations did I?"
As the door closed, Harry left thinking that since she ruined his breakfast, might as well return the favor by giving her a diplomatic nightmare to ruin hers.
As he walked towards his classroom he began trying to come up with a way to break the bad news to his students. As he walked into the class all joking and horseplay ended, he walked to the very front of the class and looked at them. The class knew something bad was happening since a dark cloud seemed to be around him.
"Class before we get started I have the displeasure of informing you that this year, our school will be forced to participate in the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and since this class is the four year class, the tournament will be open for everyone that wish to participate from this year and up."
One of his students put her hand up, "Professor they are doing it like it says in my history books? Does that mean we will see the fabled Goblet of Fire?" Harry looked at her and couldn't help but to shake his head at the person asking these questions, he just said that sadly yes, they would use the ancient Goblet of Fire.
He looked at his class and they could tell Harry was not liking this news if, in fact, they could practically see he hated the very notion of their school being forced to participate. Fire sparks were seen flying around Harry, and his fingernails looked darker and sharper as he looked at them.
"To those that think this is a sporting event, I want you to forget such a foolish notion, this is gladiatorial combat, no matter how they choose to hide this fact, those that put their names in the goblet sign a magic contract, and if selected they must participate or face consequences worse than death."
One of the students in the front raised his hand and with a nod, Harry told him he had permission to speak, "What could possibly be worse than death professor?" He decided to walk towards his blackboard and take a piece of chalk, he without a word causes the piece of chalk to grow and transfigure into a dove which flew around the class and came to rest right back on the chalkboard and turned back into a piece of chalk.
"Most of you consider that pretty, but let me ask you this would you not consider the loss of your magic or the ability to cast a spell ever again to be a loss worse than death? For that is exactly what will happen if a person is selected and that person refuses to participate."
They finally understood the horror he was talking about, to go from a wizard or witch to a mere muggle because that person had second thoughts was truly something that the class considered horrible.
"I am not telling you this to cause you nightmares, I am telling you this because if some of you place your name in that cup, now you know what will happen if you fail to participate. This is no festive sporting event, it's a battlefield, and as your teacher is my responsibility to warn you. Remember always practice constant vigilance. The tournament shall be hosted in England, and thus I don't expect our school to receive a warm welcome."
Another student looked concerned and for some odd reason, Harry began that day's lesson. It was lunch soon and he went to sit down on the same table as the other teachers. He could not help but feel that trouble was headed their way, however, and it was not the sort of trouble that you could brush off.
This trouble made him feel tense, almost making the hair or fur on the back of his head stand straight. In the time he was teaching, his fellow teachers actually accepted him, and before too long they considered him their colleague. I guess it also helped that he actually was the owner of a home in France, no longer consider a foreigner by some of them.
"So Harry do you think your students will be ready for the tournament? I hear four of your years will be able to enter their name in the goblet." He looked at the Potions master and began to shake his head.
"If I had any actual say in the matter I would say international relations be damned, I would never actually want our school to participate in that accursed tour, however, know better, and so yes, they will know enough spells to protect themselves, I don't know how well that place teaches my subject, but they should be able to withstand anything Drumstrang can throw their way."
He ate his food and no matter how many times they seen his food, it looked almost raw, then again Harry was often sometimes seen cleaning his hand with his tongue, and some of the lady teachers even saw him as he purred when Fleur scratch his head.
The other students accepted that Fleur was actually quite happily married, the male students looked disappointed at first, and some even angry but after a long time they realized as the saying goes there are more fish in the sea.
The female students actually became more friendly with her, since they didn't have to worry about her stealing their boyfriends, and since she was off the dating market, many of them actually found steady boyfriends due to the fact that most of the guys could no longer pursue her as a romantic option.
The only negative thing is, Fleur kept getting bombarded with question about her home life, her marriage and more importantly when did she and her mate plan to have any children? Fleur blushed every time they asked about the possibility of them having children, and tried to hide it by looking annoyed.
As the lunch period was over they each went to their assigned classrooms and Harry went back to teach the rest of his classes. It had become a sort of routine for them, and Fleur often complained about the comments her fellow students sometimes made, only to have Harry simply listen.
Something he learned being married, sometimes Fleur wanted to complain not to have a situation taken care off by Harry, but simply to as he came to call it let off some steam.
As the days went by and the horses were cleaned and the people got the carriage ready, he knew it was now the time to dread, to think of going back to that castle, he began to wonder if his friends were alright, and what sort of things would Fluffy and Norris have to share with him.
Every top ten students from the fourth year and up was told that they indeed could enter their names, but to remember the advice of the Dark Arts teacher. The entire school it seems would go in the carriage, and for some, it would seem like when the bunch of clowns enters the small car in the circus act, but the carriage was more than big enough inside to have plenty of room for all the students.
As the horse took off and began to pull the carriage Harry knew there was something foul in the air, something was going to happen and even his familiar felt it, the trip was not that long, and consider how fast their horses could fly it was not surprising. The carriage landed and everyone on board the carriage felt it, as some of them even fell from their seats or their beds.
Harry fixed his hair and clothes and as the doors opened he walked out of the carriage with Fleur arm in arm. "So do you feel anything being back on the land of your birth my love?" He looked at Fleur and them he saw the many students of Hogwarts and the way they were looking at her.
He tried his best to smile but he didn't like the way they were looking at her, "If I had my say, I would have us both apparate from here and go back to our home. I also have the sneaky suspicion you want to enter this tournament, just don't make a widower out me Fleur, I can't imagine life without you by my side."