Harry and Fleur walked out to the Black Lake, enjoying the new weather. Snow had begun to fall on Hogwarts and yet he couldn't pull his gaze away from the girl next to him. Snowflakes got caught her in her silver locks, adding another glimmer and beauty to them. They enjoyed being close with one another, neither willing to break the calming silence between them.

It was peaceful, calm, perfect. Harry made sure to remember this moment, the serenity he felt at this time. He knew full well that he would be fighting for another chance at a moment like this over the next several years. He also knew that there was a possibility he would never have a moment such as this, and so he committed it to memory.

Every detail, every breath, every snowflake, he locked away in his mind. The small smile that Fleur had on her pink lips, the way her bright blue eyes shown brilliantly, reflecting the pure white snow.

Last night was a wake up call. He had potential enemies everywhere, and before today, he didn't have something to protect. Sure, he had Sirius, and he was also too noble to ever not fight despite not having anything to really fight for. But now as he looked at this goddess next to him, he couldn't help but feel that she will be the reason for his future decisions. Everything he does will be for her. It scared him, but also empowered him. He finally, truly had something to fight for.

"Are you going to stare at me or kiss me?" Harry chuckled. He didn't need to be told further and pulled her into a kiss.

–

"Harry! How are you?" Neville asked once the new couple sat down at Gryffindor table. The Great Hall was packed with students. It being a Sunday and snowing, not many had much to do besides socializing in the Great Hall. As soon as he sat down, dozens gathered around him from various houses. Harry took a deep breath, his new public life was really beginning today.

Several whispers broke out seeing Fleur and Harry's hands connected. Many had already seen the small, quick kisses and the closeness between them. But now it was obvious that they were officially an item.

"I'm good Nev." He clapped his friend on the shoulder. "Now, I know everyone here is eager to hear about what happened last night." There was a murmur amongst the gathered students, all indicating their hopefulness he would tell his story. "Luna?" The radish wearing Ravenclaw stepped away from the other students that were gathered.

"Yes Harry?" She said in her normal dreamlike voice.

"Get your quill and parchment. I'll give the Quibbler an exclusive interview on last nights events. Everyone else can listen in if they wish."

"Of course Harry." Luna rushed back to her bag that was at the Ravenclaw table and came back with a small notebook and an ink pen. Many of the purebloods gave Luna a quizzical look, not knowing what a simple ink pen was. He had heard rumors that she was often bullied over her quirks, hopefully he could stop that.

"There are rumors about you being an animagus. Is that true?" Luna asked her first question once she had set up her little workspace.

"Of course that's true! We all saw him in Gryffindor tower!" Seamus exclaimed. Many of the other Gryffindors shouted in agreement. He was still kicking himself for allowing that ability to get out in the open.

Harry ignored Seamus' comment and answered her question. "Yes that is true. I was registered just a few weeks ago by the ministry."

"It was bloody scary. A huge, midnight black tiger he was" Katie added.

"You broke Ronniekins arm just by standing on it." Fred chimed in, eliciting a few giggles. Rons reputation within the whole school had taken a major tumble since last night. Not only was he being shunned for what he had said to Harry, but also the little 'accident' he had had not shown any bravery at all. Within the house of the brave, to be so scared would make you look bad in front of your housemates. It was the reason he hadn't shown his face today, and consequently, neither had Hermione. The sooner Fleur found out the reasons why she was so steadfast with sticking by Ron, the better.

"Last night, you had an encounter with an ex-Death Eater posing as a professor at Hogwarts?" Luna asked, cutting above everyone else's comments.

"Yes. I heard from the impostor Moody that he was keeping a man locked in his trunk. I immediately sought out Professor McGonagall and together we were able to help free the real Professor Moody." Now, that Luna had begun to ask questions about the events after his animagus transformation, everyone went quiet, eager to hear his story.

"But the impostor, a Barty Crouch Jr., he was able to get away correct?"

Harry nodded, "Yes. The man had a portkey with the power to rip through Hogwarts' own anti-portkey wards."

"That must have been a powerful portkey. Any idea who created it?" Harry knew of Cornelius' unwillingness to believe Voldemort was still alive. He didn't blame the Minister either. Once that news gets out, the world would get a whole lot more complicated.

"I do not know who created it. But I'm sure the wards around Hogwarts are not as strong as they should be."

Luna gave him a knowing smile. She was in Ravenclaw for a reason and much smarter than others took her for. "Are you blaming Dumbledore for the weakness of the wards?"

Harry smirked, "I am." Several of the students gasped. It was still blasphemy among the younger students to speak ill will of their headmaster, especially in Gryffindor. Many of them had grown up on stories about the 'Most powerful wizard in the world'. Also, it was widely thought that Harry was on good terms with the Headmaster, many even believing he was the apprentice to Dumbledore. "Look, I think it is clear that this school has suffered in recent years at the hands of Dumbledore."

"How so?" Luna asked.

"It is now well known that I have...gotten into some dangerous situations at this school." A couple of his friends who knew the real scope of his adventures at Hogwarts snorted. "Students in recent years have been in dangers that they shouldn't have ever been. The Headmaster is charged with protecting the students under his care, but where was he when the basilisk attacked us? Why did he not take more precautions when it came to the dementors last year? And of course, this year so far has been a complete fuck up." Many of the students around him laughed.

He had begun to gather quite the crowd. "Its obvious I think that change needs to happen within this school. That starts with the Headmaster and ends with Professor Snape."

"Professor Snape, Harry?"

"We all know how useless that professor is and his complete hatred for anyone other than Slytherins. He may be a potions master, but he isn't a good teacher. Professor Dumbledore has managed to protect the man, but that is just another hit against Dumbledore himself." Many of the students voiced their agreement.

"If Headmaster Dumbledore were to be replaced, who would you wish to take his place?"

"Professor McGonagall. I do not think there is any other professor in these halls who loves this place more than her and the students she teaches. She is strict yes, but she is strict towards everyone and doesn't play favorites."

"Rumors tell that the duel you had on the fourth floor was quite the battle, and Barty Crouch Jr. is considered to be one of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's top lieutenants. How were you able to duel him and even force if him to retreat?"

Harry shrugged, "I'm lucky I guess. Professor McGonagall did most of the work during that duel of course. After all, I am just a fourth year." Luna's dreamy smile grew slightly wider. She knew he was withholding some information, as did most of the others listening in. Rumors of what Harry would do after every dinner were all over the school. Personally he liked the idea that he had his own succubus harem to attend to every night.

Luna jotted down his words into her small notebook. "And lastly Harry, I do have to ask. Are you and Miss Delacour an item?" Harry chuckled, pulling Fleur onto his lap. "Oui." He kissed her slowly, eliciting wolf howls and cheering from the entire hall.

–

"Headmaster Dumbledore, the evidence laid out against you is here for all to see. We see fit to strip your title as Headmaster of Hogwarts." Madame Longbottom stated clearly. She sat on the Board of Governors along with six others.

Dumbledore was sitting in a simple wooden chair opposite the seven school governors. "All of your things have already been moved out of your office and placed at your familial home of Sherwood Cottage. Do you have anything you wish to say?"

"Who will take my place?" Dumbledore was already resigned to the possibility of losing all of his titles. He had played the game, and though he lost this battle, he knew he would win the war. This was just a minor set back. The end was too important to worry over simple titles. The Greater Good was worth any number of sacrifices.

"Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall will take your place. I'm sure you agree she will be a good fit for the position?" Dumbledore nodded. "Good, you are dismissed Albus." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes before giving a jovial smile. He didn't like being 'dismissed'. It was demeaning for one of his stature, but for now, he would have to get used to it.

The time he would gain from not having to worry about his duties would be great. Sure, he wouldn't be in the loop per say, but he had his spies. This time away from other responsibilities would allow him to solely focus on what was truly important, the Greater Good.

"Fawkes, would you kindly take me home?" Dumbledore asked out loud. Several seconds passed and his Phoenix didn't show. He frowned, this wasn't like him to just not show up. After all, he was a phoenix and could travel through any magical ward.

"Fawkes?" He asked again. By now the School Governors were looking at him with a mixture of amusement and confusion. The bird still didn't show up, ignoring his call. When he reached into his mind to figure out where he was, he found his connection with his familiar severed.

Dumbledore sighed, he knew exactly what that meant. It would just be another hardship he would have to endure. He repeated in his head that this was all for the Greater Good.

–

Professor McGonagall sat in the Great Hall at dinner. She scanned the sea of students, a smile cresting her lips. The golden throne that had once been Headmaster Dumbledores seat was replaced by a simple wooden chair, no different than what the other professors sat in.

Minerva stood up and the hall fell silent. All were eager to hear her announcement. Most could already infer what was happening simply by the new seating arrangements and the lack of a long bearded headmaster. "Thank you for joining me this evening!" Minerva started in a somewhat shaky voice.

"I am sure you have already heard of the events of last night." Several whispers broke out through the hall and many glanced over at Harry. The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students watched silently, even Fleur from her seat next to Harry, watched with a rigid concentration. He figured it was how the students from both schools were taught to act when being addressed by a teacher.

"The School Board of Governors has seen fit for a change here at Hogwarts. Professor Dumbledore agreed to resign and as such, I have been chosen as the new Headmistress." Thunderous applause sounded throughout the hall. Even a few of the Slytherins were clapping. She had a good reputation with all of the students as being fair, despite her being the Head of House Gryffindor.

"Because of the many changes we are seeing in the school, class will be suspended for this week." Even louder applause broke out about this news. Minerva held up her hand for silence. "In this week, we will be getting two new teachers, one for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and one for Transfiguration. I cannot announce names right now, but you will be introduced soon. Until then, I expect all of you to continue studying. This is not an excuse to take the week off."

"Despite these changes to our school, the TriWizard Tournament will continue on. The next task will be taking place February 23rd." Harry glanced at Fleur who winked back at him. "Before that task, during the winter holidays we will be holding the Yule Ball. It is a TriWizard tradition to hold such a ball during the winter time." Whispers again broke out, mostly from the females as they talked excitedly to one another. Harry thanked his lucky stars that he already had experience with balls, even more so, he had experience with the girl he was planning on taking to said ball.

"Thank you everyone and have a good evening." Professor McGonagall sat down and the food appeared at the tables. Soon, everyone was engaged in their own conversations and the meal spread out before them.

"It seems you got your wish Harry." Neville said from across the table.

He glanced up at the Headmistress who raised her goblet to him. He returned the gesture, "It seems I have."

–

Daphne sat at the Slytherin table. She didn't have the appetite to eat anything. Her eyes were focused on the newly proclaimed 'Golden Couple' of Hogwarts. They sat talking quietly with one another, stealing kisses and laughing. A jealous rage built up within her. What was worse, was that she knew exactly that this was jealousy. She had never been jealous of anyone before, but now she was up to her eyeballs in the emotion.

There wasn't anything she could do to control it either. Not even Tracy's soothing words about a possibility that Harry could take two wives calmed her. There were rumors that Harry was made Heir Black, but they were just that, rumors. He hadn't told her that he was the Heir Black and so she figured that he wasn't.

Just a short three months ago she had come to Hogwarts simply wanting to progress her education. But an emerald eyed knight had shattered her plans. Now, a silver haired princess was winning a war for that knight. She couldn't let that happen. She was Daphne Greengrass, proud heiress of the noble house of Greengrass. She always got what she wanted.

Harry and her were too close, too perfect for one another. She had never connected with another person, let alone a male, like she had with Harry. She knew this was a once in a lifetime connection. Her heart told her so. It was rare that she ever listened to that muscle, but in this instant, she could listen to nothing else. Her heart drowned out any other thoughts. She needed a plan to win over Harry and beat this veela once and for all.

It was also possible this veela was simply playing on Harry's heart and would leave him at the end of the year. After all, those creatures were known to do that. Waiting was the only good thing Tracy had suggested to her during their talk. Another glance at the happy couple told her that patience and not simply waiting was the best route.

–

Hermione took a walk outside of the castle. Most of the other students were inside the Great Hall enjoying the nights feast. She didn't feel much like feasting this night. Ron was currently held up in his room, still nursing his broken arm despite Madame Pomfrey having already healed it. She figured that he was more nursing his pride rather than arm.

Her thoughts drifted to the last three months of her life. Ever since that World Cup night, her life had changed rapidly. In just those three months, she had found herself back at square one. She didn't have any friends, besides Ron if you could call him a friend. She had a crush on that boy, but so far he hadn't shown any signs he felt the same way which was frustrating her greatly.

The red head was daft, but she didn't think he was this daft. She thought she had been rather forward with her signals towards him showing she was interested in being more than a friend. Maybe she would have to kiss him? For some reason, the thought of kissing him excited her and repulsed her at the same time.

Those thoughts were what had led her out to the cold snowy landscape in the first place. She couldn't figure out her mind as of late. She had been a jumble of mixed emotions. On one hand, she knew she deeply loved Ron, but on the other, she hated him. He was snobbish, bigoted, and downright gross. But he also had a sense of nobility, handsomeness, and with her guidance, could potentially become a great man.

She couldn't help but compare him to her ex-best friend however. How could one compare to Harry Potter? With each year he seemed to do the unspeakable. Over the last few months, she had learned that Harry was simply holding back in his studies. She hated to admit it, but he was better than her at magic, and was probably still holding back in classes.

Sure she could write a better essay than him, but he was a natural when it came to the practicality of magic. There was an aura of power, of confidence about him that couldn't be matched by any other. He was breathtaking to watch when performing even the simplest spells.

In the last three months, she had watched Harry come into the man he was born to be, while she was left in the dust. All because she made the safe decision to stick by Ron. She tried to justify her position by claiming Harry was cheating on homework and other such nonsense, but it was obvious he was just smart and powerful. She couldn't deny that any longer, not after his fight with that dragon and the ease he had out-dueled her in the beginning of the year.

How Harry could have faced such a beast head on like he had was beyond her. What stung slightly was that he had done so without her help. She used to be the one he went to for guidance. Now he had others, several others, and a girlfriend. A very beautiful and smart girlfriend at that. A part of her couldn't help but be a little jealous of Fleur.

For all the fun Ginny and her made fun of the French Veela, she truly was a brilliant witch, one that even rivaled herself. How could you not be jealous of a girl that had brains and beauty? Life just wasn't fair she guessed.

While Fleur got the famous, dashing, noble Harry Potter, she got Ronald Weasley, the lazy and insensitive prick. Why did she love him so?

–

Fleur headed back to the Beauxbatons carriage with Aimee by her side. She had a wide smile plastered on her face. Today had been perfect. She and Harry were officially a couple and nothing could make her happier. She couldn't wait to write a letter to Gabrielle back in her room.

Her younger sister had a bit of a crush on Harry ever since her dance with him at the ball, but she would quickly get over it once learning of Fleurs relationship. She knew her parents would also be ecstatic at the news, not that they had already figured this would happen eventually.

Veela were creatures of love and so they knew when someone was beginning to love them. It was blatant that Harry was falling in love with her, and the thought warmed her heart greatly. She had already fallen head over heels for the emerald eyed wizard.

This ability to spot love also didn't just show itself in Harry. She could tell when a married couple was truly in love, or when love was failing, even when it was completely non-existent. Such abilities were a gift and a curse.

She often times had wished to be a normal girl when younger, not because of her beauty and lack of friends. But because she thought she would would grow up without truly knowing what it would be like to have another love her, besides her parents. She would be able to tell if her boyfriend didn't truly love her. But luckily she had found Harry. Finding such love for a veela was almost impossible, yet impossible had struck twice in her family. She hoped it would strike a third time for her younger sister.

Many of the bigoted wizards and witches may not appreciate hers and Harrys relationship, especially Harry being such a limelight figure, but she knew they would get through it together. They had a connection that came so easily and and an understanding that she had with no other. Within a few months she felt like she knew Harry better than any other human being on this planet. They had something special and she would do anything to protect it.

As she was walking, she noticed a cloaked figure walking aimlessly through the snow. She caught a few streaks of brown curly hair in the moonlight. The figure was obviously cold, wrapped up in her robes and slightly shivering. Curious, she walked up to the figure, leaving Aimee who continued on back to the carriage.

"Excuse me? Are you alright?" Fleur asked. Something about the girls posture struck her as sad. The girl turned around startled, clearly not thinking anyone was nearby. Fleur recognized her immediately as Hermione Granger, Harrys ex-bestfriend. Luck was on her side today she figured since this was probably the perfect time to have a talk with her as Harry had asked. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"No, no. It's okay." She gave Fleur a nervous smile.

"Are you okay?"

Hermione was clearly taken back a little. Whether it was from the question or Fleur talking to her in general wasn't clear. "I'm not sure how that is any of your business." Hermione responded cautiously, a hint of steel in her voice. Fleur didn't blame her either.

"Look, I know this is odd to ask and we don't know each other. 'Arry 'as been worried about you and I said I would talk with you. I'm sure you know 'Arry can sometimes be...daft about some things." Hermione gave a rare chuckle, relaxing slightly.

"Tell me about it. That boy can sometimes be so infuriating." Fleur smiled knowingly. "I wasn't aware that he was worried about me."

"'e is. I think 'e is wondering why things 'ad gone ze way they did between you and 'im."

"Not Ron?" Fleur shook her head. "I don't know. I felt like I didn't know him anymore. Plus I had Ron and..."Hermione blushed slightly. Fleur picked up on it immediately. She could see something in her eyes, something that was shooting off warning bells. It was obvious that this girl wasn't in love with any boy, her veela senses could easily see that.

Fleur narrowed her eyes, now beginning to realize that something was going on. This girl had begun acting strange several months ago according to Harry, and though she thought she was in love with a boy, it was clear she truly wasn't. That could only mean one thing.

"Do you love Ron?" Again the brunette witch blushed heavily, staying quiet. Fleur continued to stare into her eyes, looking for any signs of struggle. When a witch or wizard is under love potions, often if looking closely enough, one can see the inner struggle behind their emotions in the eyes. Almost always a healer never looks for such potions because when someone is dosed with a love potion, the signs are obvious.

But, if someone was dosed over a long period of time with just a small amount at a time, the signs are almost impossible to see. The persons behavior wouldn't radically change overnight, instead, they would change over a month, or several months, making no one the wiser.

When Hermione blushed, Fleur could just pick out the subtle signs of inner struggle behind her eyes. Her magic was trying to fight off the love potions, but the potion was winning like it was designed to do.

"I think you should see your school 'ealer." Fleur stated.

Hermione backed up a step, "Why would you say that? Nothings wrong with me."

"'Ermione, I think you might have been dosed with a love potion."

"What? That's impossible. I would have known if I was." Fleur sighed. She was exactly like Harry had described. Impossible.

"I'm sorry about this 'Ermione."

Hermione looked at Fleur oddly, "Sorry for-" She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence. Fleur already had her wand in hand and sent a stunner at the fourth year. She was out cold quickly. With another flick of her wand, she levitated Hermione and brought her up to the hospital wing where they could flush out the potions. Harry was not going to be happy with this news and if it was indeed Ron who had been giving her the potions, she feared for the red heads life.

"Madame Pomfrey!" Fleur called out to the empty hospital ward. The medi-witch appeared from her office in an instant.

"What happened?" She demanded, walking over to them. Fleur levitated Hermione to a nearby cot and slowly set her down.

"I think she 'as been dosed with a love potion." Madame Pomfrey raised her eyebrows at Fleur before pulling her wand and performing a few tests on Hermione.

"I believe you're correct Miss Delacour. Someone has been giving her small doses of love and loyalty potions over the last five months according to the tests. Such small doses like this would have changed her over a long period of time with out showing any normal signs of being given the potions." Pomfrey stated Fleurs exact thoughts. "Why is she stunned?"

"It was ze easiest way to get 'er 'ere. In my experience, people under doses of love potion are difficult to reason with. Will she be okay?"

Madame Pomfrey nodded, "Yes. Once she wakes up she won't be under the influence of those potions any longer. Thank you for bringing her here." Poppy looked sadly at the unconscious girl. "Poor girl. I can't believe someone has been doing this to her."

"Can you tell who they were keyed to?"

Madame Pomfrey shook her head, "It's not possible with such small doses. Do you know if she has not been acting herself?"

Fleur nodded, "I 'ave an idea who ees be'ind zis. I'll see if 'Arry can find out for sure."

"See that he does. I would like a word with whoever has been doing this." Fleur looked sadly one last time at Hermione and hurried back out of the hospital wing in search for Harry. At this time of night, he would only be in one place. She ran up to the seventh floor, ignoring the stares and leers from some of the other boys.

Apparently it paid to be the girlfriend of Harry Potter. Most were now even more scared to approach her, especially the boys, who feared Harry's wrath. The story about his duel with an ex-death eater and winning was all over the castle. Not to mention his battle with a basilisk being a widely published story along with his heroics at the World Cup, resulting in the capture of several Bulgarian criminals.

She reached the top of the castle, slightly out of breath from the sheer amount of stairs she had to climb. "'Arry!" She shouted, barging through the Room of Requirement door. Harry looked over, surprised to see her. Unfortunately that small distraction cost him. Kingsleys bludgeoning hex smashed into his face, sending him flying into the wall.

"Shit." Kinglsey muttered, rushing over with Sirius and Fleur.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry." Fleur repeated over and over. Sirius pulled out a small white packet as if he had done this a hundred times before and waved it in front of Harry's nose. He woke up instantly, gasping for breath.

"Easy Harry. You took quite a hit." Sirius said, helping him to sit up.

"What happened?" He shook his head to wake himself up further. "Fleur?" He asked, seeing her looking over him with a worried expression and even the glint of a tear in her eye. She didn't waste time and lunged at him, hugging him with all her strength.

"I'm sorry." She continued to repeat. All he could do was rub her back trying to sooth the crying witch. He raised his eyebrows at Sirius.

"You were hit by Kingsleys bludgeoning hex when she distracted you. We will need to get you down to Poppy. I think you have a concussion, and its better to be safe than sorry with that kind of hit."

"Fleur I'm fine. You do know not to come up here while I'm training though."

She pulled back slightly to look at him, "I know, I know. I wouldn't 'ave come up 'ere, but I talked to 'Ermione."

Instantly, Harry was more alert, "And what? What happened? Did you find something out?"

Fleur nodded solemnly, "It was what I thought. She 'as been under ze influence of love and loyalty potions."

Harry narrowed his eyes, "Who were they keyed to Fleur?" he asked dangerously.

"Madame Pomfrey could not find out. Ze doses were small and 'ave been affecting 'er over a long period of time.

"They were keyed to Ron, weren't they?" He more demanded than asked.

"'Arry we cannot be sure. Eet seems likely zey were keyed to 'im, but eet eez not possible to tell for sure."

"I'm going to have a word with Ronald." Harry pushed Sirius away and tried to stand up. His vision quickly spun and if it wasn't for Sirius' quick reaction to steady him, he would have fallen back down.

"Not right now you aren't. You need to get checked out by Poppy."

"But-"

"No arguing 'Arry. You are 'urt. You can figure zis out tomorrow." He looked at Fleur and could tell she wouldn't allow him to go anywhere besides the hospital wing and so relented. "I can take 'im." Sirius nodded and relinquished Harry to her care. The walk to the infirmary was quiet and thankfully they didn't run into any students along the way.

"Its been one night and you've already found yourself injured again!" Madame Pomfrey exclaimed, seeing them walk into the room.

"Oh you know me. I just can't get enough of this place." He grinned back at the medi-witch, earning an eye roll from both girls. Harry quickly spotted an unconscious Hermione in the cot next to his normal one.

He walked over to his cot with Fleur as support and sat down. "Why is she out?"

Fleur looked at him slightly guilty, "I may 'ave stunned 'er." Harry raised his eyebrows at her, "She wasn't being very agreeable to get checked for potions."

Harry snorted, "That's ironic." Fleur chuckled, knowing the story of Hermione's attempt to get Harry to see Poppy about possible potion influence.

"Now, Mr. Potter. What is it this time? Another fight with a professor? Basilisk? Dementors?"

"Nope. A distracting girlfriend." Fleur playfully punched him in the shoulder earning a chuckle from Madame Pomfrey. "Took a hit to the head from a bludgeoning hex."

She took out her wand and waved it several times in front of Harry. "Ah yes, a mild concussion I see. You're lucky the force of the spell wasn't too powerful, such a hit can seriously injure or even kill." Fleurs grip on his hand tightened slightly. He gave her a reassuring smile but knew full well that Fleur would beat herself up about this for months. He also wasn't planning on ever letting her live this down.

Poppy disappeared for brief minute before reappearing with a light blue vial. "Take this. Rest here and in the morning you should be good to go."

Harry groaned, "I swear, I should move my things in here."

"Not that I mind the company Mr. Potter, I'd prefer you not have to move your things down here."

"Hermione, she's going to be fine now right?"

"The potions in her system will be flushed out by morning. Please find out who has been dosing her Mr. Potter. I'll be alerting Headmistress McGonagall tomorrow morning about her situation as well." Harry nodded. If indeed it was Ron taking advantage of Hermione like this, that boy would have hell to pay and nothing could stop him.

However, his gut feeling told him that Ron wasn't behind this, but maybe that was because he viewed the redhead as a lazy idiot, and something like this took planning and months of dedication. It just wasn't in Rons nature.

"Isn't using love potions illegal?"

Madame Pomfrey nodded, "Very illegal. The use of them can see you sent to Azkaban, though it hasn't happened in many years. Such instances with students are usually handled at the school without getting the authorities involved."

He glanced somberly at Hermione who had a peaceful look about her. "Maybe these potions are the reason she stopped being friends with me." He said with a hopefulness in his voice.

"Maybe, but you can figure that out tomorrow. Get some rest 'Arry. I'll be back first thing in ze morning." Fleur gave him a brief but passionate kiss before walking out of the hospital ward.

Harry laid back down in the familiar cot, his second bed at Hogwarts. Today hadn't been as bad as he thought. Sure, the students looked at him differently now, but that was something he could get used to.

A lot of good had come out of the day as well. Professor McGonagall was now the Headmistress, he had a beautiful girlfriend, and maybe, just maybe, he was about to have his best friend back. All in all, today had been a good day.

Suddenly a flash of fire appeared above his head. Harry whipped his wand out, turning around in his bed only to see Fawkes perched on the windowsill above him.

"Hello my Lord."

Again, thank you everyone for your support. This chapter had a lot of different POV's. I wanted everyone to get an idea where the characters stood after the events of the first task and Harry's battle with Barty Jr. This was a bit of a fluffy chapter I know but it was necessary I think.