AN Taking a short break of a week to continue writing. I want to keep the quality as high as I can. A lot of the previous chapters I wrote in the middle of the night without too much thought.

Fleur rubbed her silver pendant as she listened to the roars of the dragon. She had been having an upsetting week. Aimee and Michelle comforted her whenever she let her emotions show. The Veela aura didn't only incite lust, but could also spread misery and darken the atmosphere of whatever area they were in close proximity to. They told her she didn't even know him. But she knew she understood him. Not in a way that little girls felt about those mysterious men, with their black cigarettes and long woolen overcoats. The two of them spoke from the heart. She might not have shared too much with him and neither did he, but she could feel a level of connectedness she had never had with anyone before. What did she do wrong? She waited at the lake every night, even if every part of her body told her not to, she sat on that clearing and tapped her feet in the water watching the circles ripple outwards, wondering where he was and what he was thinking. Then, she'd kick the lake and throw her cigarette in it, and she'd return to her room, exhausted from the harsh training she went through during the day, and morose from waiting for someone that never came. The covers provided some shelter, hugging her lithe body, like her mother used to hold her before she grew older.

"He's a weirdo. Don't bother thinking about him. Even Cho said that no one could ever get close to him." Aimee had told her.

But she could, she did get close to him. She paid attention to her body and felt that she was bleeding on the inside, under her skin, as if it was boiling her pale skin. Fleur would lift her nightdress up and her pale body would look to her like it was blushing. Every book was filled with images of him, every picture, every boy she saw made her think of him. His gradual scent seeping through her nostrils, the tenuous wisps of his green smell blowing in, through, then scurrying from her memory.

The last few days it turned into resentment. Not so much as a goodbye. No appearances at dinner or lunch or breakfast even. It was so beneath her and childish to think like this, like a little girl whinging at her problems. She was the Triwizard Champion, one of the most promising witches in the entire Europe. If she won the tournament her father would give her the freedom she wanted, so that she could fulfill her dreams, and the dreams that her best friend had left for her. Dreams of travelling the world, and seeing the fishy docks of Hong Kong, the paddies of Bali, the beaches of the Maldives, and documenting all of it with her magic, so that others could see what she had seen. But what was travelling if there was no one there to experience it with you. There was always someone else. She would treat him like how she treated her.

Fleur watched as Harry walked back into the tent, almost in a daze, his handsome face puffy with fatigue, his green eyes almost black from the rings around them. He stumbled inside and collapsed, without thinking, she caught him.

"Fleur." He said, looking at her with a dumb smile on his face.

She glared at him, trying to transfer as much of her anger she could onto him. He looked saddened after the magic worked, forlorn. So now he understood.

"Harry! Are you alright?" Izzy shouted, pushing Fleur aside carelessly to hold him.

Fleur hadn't made up her mind on that girl yet, and proudly walked a few feet away to stand ready for her name to be called. Isabella Potter, her name so close to Fleur's middle, caused Harry so much stress, but she understood on a fundamental level that Harry put the strain on himself. Perhaps she should ask Isabella what Harry's deal was. But she had approached Cedric so many times already, it would be utterly humiliating to sink to that level. No, she had to focus on her task and to stop looking at Harry.

"I'm fine, Izzy. Don't worry about me." He coughed, trying his best to smile, accidentally glancing at Fleur who was still looking at him in scrutiny. It was hard for her to sustain her anger when looking at how terrified of her he looked.

As she readied herself again, a growling sound boomed above them, and as Fleur looked up she saw the entire tent ripped away to reveal the face of the Hungarian Horntail. Quickly looking around she saw that the handlers had been thrown aside in various places, looking up she saw the Professors running down the stands to help. She whipped out her wand, but, being so close the entrance of the tent, the dragon had caught wind of her and was about to attack her, she couldn't dodge, she was terrified. Its great claw threw itself out and was about to stab her. She had no thoughts except that she was going to die.

Harry threw Izzy off, drew his wand, and spun himself in front of Fleur throwing her back with a small spell, before the dragon's talons ripped through his body, suspending him in mid-air, blood splattering every like a balloon being popped. Fleur could see the end of talons pushing against his back, about to penetrate him entirely and gasped, her hands on her mouth. Izzy screamed.

Harry pointed his wand at the dragon and spoke words slowly, desperately flourishing his wand, and again an eerie feeling pulsed through the air. This wasn't the sleeping charm she had prepared. Harry was dominating the Dragon. How was he doing it? The dragon retracted its claws and Harry's body fell to ground in a lifeless thump, blood spilling from his wounds, pooling around him. Fleur sat beside him and conjured some clothing to put pressure on his wounds. But Harry's eyes quickly widened in surprise as the dragon seemed to resume his attack. He pulled Fleur towards him and, with what willpower he had left he whimpered, "I'm sorry". He then passed out. Fleur was panicking, trying to put pressure on the blood, and Isabella came to aid him, they were both in tears at the bloody and gruesome scene.

While they were trying to save Harry's life, the Professors had subdued the dragon, with Dumbledore waving his wand at the dragon who quickly fell asleep. The rest of them, together, lifted the Dragon away with levitation, while the Headmaster rushed inside, cast a diagnostic spell, and a spell that stopped the bleeding. While he did that, some other professors replaced the tent.

"And I've just received word from McGonagall. The remaining contestants are still all in good health. So the show will go on, thankfully! After that minor difficulty."

The crowd cheered.

"Poppy, it's up to you now!" The Headmaster snarled.

"Oh dear, year after year, he ends up in the hospital wing, and now a dragon?" Pompfrey fed him a potion and levitated onto a bed. "Severus, I'll need your help, we need to bring him into the infirmary."

Fleur starred in horror at Harry's lifeless face. Snape and Pomfrey left through the back of the tent, levitating Harry's body. Isabella was crying, and Fleur tried to follow them but Mr. Crouch stopped her.

"The show must go on."

"How can the show go on when my brother could be fighting for his life!" Izzy shouted.

Fleur had no real claim. She was the girl that Harry ditched. But she couldn't let him die. She couldn't.

Dumbledore patted Izzy's back. "I've examined his wound. Harry will be absolutely fine. Harry will be fine. It wasn't anything more than a flesh wound, no dark magic involved. Isabella, he's in the best of hands."

"I can't compete like this, Professor. I can't." Izzy sniffled.

"You must, Isabella, I'm so sorry my girl, but the Goblet binds you to. I promise that I'll do everything I can to ensure that Harry is fine. If you fail to compete than the people that Harry has been trying to find will succeed in their objectives." Dumbledore left to follow them.

She had to be strong for Harry's little sister. As soon as she finished her task she would take care of Harry, and protect him from whatever enemy he was speaking of.

Fleur walked up to Izzy who was still sobbing and gave her a comforting look. "He would have wanted us to compete to the best of our ability. Let's do that, shall we?" She smiled and pushed some of her magic in Izzy, trying to calm her.

Izzy rubbed her eyes and nodded.