DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!
Hello! Chapter 14 if I'm not mistaken. School is awful. Fortunately, I do still get week-ends. So, I did my best. Hopefully I succeeded in pleasing everybody's expectations. 2000 words, so not a really long chappie. But I really have little free time right now. Enjoy and do consider to leave a review.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!
That ... was really amusing.
He'd have to talk to Draco and Neville for the Hall's reactions after he left.
The only thing Harry was hoping for, would be that people would think he had deliberately mocked the Veela and her firebirds, instead of actually being an ice elemental.
Now, he'd have to think of a way to return into the public in a badass way...
Hmmm... How to make an awesome impression...
Oh... oh yes... Now that might actually work...
~~~~Scene Break~~~~
The next day, everyone was busily discussing the Ravenclaw Fourth Year who had publicly humiliated the foreign students in the Great Hall. As a matter in fact, the Great Hall was also the place where the discussions took place for the larger part.
Everybody was waiting for the first brave person to enter his or her name in the Goblet.
So far, nobody had stepped forth.
Until...
The doors swung open, and in came the entire Beauxbatons' department.
The French students were led by Madame Maxime, who looked around haughtily, clearly looking for the Ravenclaw that had mocked her student her bird conjuration.
Harry wasn't there though. Nobody had seen him since he walked out of the Great Hall after all.
The French students lined up and placed their names into the Goblet, one by one.
Finally, only the part-Veela remained. As she walked up, most boys were drooling over her, and the girls were glaring at her.
One of the girls, decided to speak up though...
"Haughty Veela bitch. She isn't even that strong! She gave the weakest show of them all yesterday! She's probably just here to seduce the other school's champions!"
In the throng of people, it wasn't really clear who had spoken up. But what WAS clear, was that this had given other people the courage to start muttering and mumbling, making disparaging comments and insults about the Beauxbatons' students.
As the mutterings picked up, the Veela girl did not show the muttering having any sort of effect on her and she simply dropped her piece of paper in the Goblet.
She then simply returned to the line.
As Madame Maxime waved her hand once, she turned around and left the Hall.
The Beauxbatons' students fell out of the line and split into groups and started talking amongst themselves.
It was then, that the Veela, suddenly made a swift transition to English.
"... Iet is razher typicalle zat zese English hide behind ze abilizies of only a zingle one of 'zem, non?"
She spoke, clearly audible throughout the suddenly quiet Hall.
Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.
"And who do you think you are! You slutty, arrogant French whore!" Max Potter yelled out.
Immediately, insults were traded to and fro. Both sides grew increasingly nasty in their insults. Finally, it was Ronald Weasley who lost his temper at an underhanded insult about his family's international reputation for their monetary issues.
He pulled out his wand and yelled out the first curse in what would probably escalate into a full on battle. The Slug-Vomiting Charm flew straight and true, hitting one of the French students.
Immediately, wands flew out, and a small scale war erupted in the Great Hall.
The battle raged on for a few minutes.
Finally, somebody was stupid enough to throw an Incendio at the Veela. The spell was rather underpowered, but it was enough to reach the Veela. She was furious already, and this just pushed her over the edge.
The girl caught the fireball and after making it a lot stronger, threw it at the first person she spotted.
That happened to be Max Potter. Somehow, the baboon actually managed to duck away. The fireball flew on, instead hitting Rachel Owens, who had been dueling some other French witch, full on in the face.
Everybody paused. This had clearly gone a step too far.
But the girl didn't scream. The fire didn't die out either, it simply spread out all over her body. She wasn't burnt... But her eyes had gone from their normal dark brown pupils, now, no pupils were visible, and her eyes had changed into moving flames .
For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then the flames that were circling around the girl's body, flared up. The flames grew larger and larger. Some people shot of some Aguamenti charms, Hogwartians and Beauxbatonians alike, previous conflict forgotten.
It didn't work though. If possible, the flames seemed to react violently to the water, growing larger with every second. A licking flame hit a banner that was hanging on the walls, with the Hufflepuff badger on it.
The flames eagerly started spreading. Everybody was shooting off Aguamenti by now. It simply didn't work though.
Finally, some teachers showed up. Fortunately, Dumbledore was amongst them. The wizened old wizard, rapidly analyzed the situation. As the teachers started firing of their own, more advanced water charms, clearly being ineffective. Dumbledore realized where he had seen eyes like the ones of Miss Owens before.
Firing of a Patronus and rapidly giving it his message, Albus made everybody evacuate the Great Hall, simultaneously layering the walls and all other valuable things with protective enchantments.
He'd just have to hope his Patronus reached its destination soon.
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Harry came out of the passage under the Whomping Willow. Quietly rejoining Draco and Neville, they were just about to go and prepare for Harry's spectacular entry into the Great Hall, when they saw a goat Patronus sprinting at them.
"Harry, Great Hall, Miss Owens appears to be a fire elemental and she has lost control. We cannot hold her as long as she is in this state, please come and help." Dumbledore's calm voice came from the Goat's mouth.
Harry swiftly turned and briskly marched to the Great Hall. Draco and Neville caught up to him.
"Draco, Neville, there is little you can do to help against a raging, out of control, fire elemental. You will join Dumbledore and help him in reinforcing any wards or enchantments he places around the Hall." Harry spoke calmly.
The boys didn't look too pleased with being told they weren't much help, but they were aware of the seriousness, seeing as Dumbledore himself had said that he couldn't keep Owens under control.
In the end, they simply nodded.
Coming up to the doors, Draco simply stabbed his cane towards them. Resulting in the doors swinging open ominously before the three young men. Not breaking their stride for a second, Draco and Neville moved to the group of teachers to aid in whichever way they could, until they could speak to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore was standing in the door opening to the Great Hall. Harry simply walked up next to him.
"Albus, I would suggest you leave the Hall and close the door behind you. If you need help with anything, Draco and Neville are waiting for something to do." Harry calmly spoke.
Dumbledore simply nodded and fell back, closing and sealing the doors behind him.
Harry walked further into the Hall. Moving closer to the girl, who was randomly spouting of fireballs by this point.
"I would suggest, Miss Owens, that you stop that this instant." Harry coldly spoke. Ice in his voice.
It had great effect as well. The girl stopped randomly firing of fireballs, and instead focused on Harry. Her eyes still vivid, crackling flames.
Harry fired of a Legillimency probe, but his probe got burnt to a crisp, only nanoseconds after being sent in.
"Very well Miss Owens, If you do not wish to cooperate, I see myself forced as to use my own powers." Harry spoke. Before pointing his right arm, hand in a fist, to the girl. Thus shooting of a small globe of water, using his elemental control.
Unlike earlier, when the professors had used wand-magic to try and extinguish the flames, Harry was using a far more powerful variety, elemental magic.
The girl, in her trancelike state, underestimated the potential of the small globe of water, it being no larger than a tennis ball.
When the sphere was only a meter away from the flames, Harry suddenly opened his hand.
The sphere expanded exponentially, suddenly reaching from wall to wall and being more than a meter thick.
The girl tried to act, but Harry's water wall collapsed over her and the flames covering her. Extinguishing them almost completely. The girl however, was not down just yet. She stretched out both hands to Harry, and an enormous stream of fire erupted from her hands.
Harry swiftly stretched out his arms as well, and fired of an even larger stream of snow and ice.
For a few seconds, it wasn't clear who was winning. But then Harry proved supreme, experience and skill proving invaluable.
When he paused, another five seconds later, the girl was lying knocked out, in a huge pile of snow.
Sending of a messaging spell towards Dumbledore, Harry levitated the girl and he covered them both in spells, before hiding in the shadows, next to the door. The girl shouldn't be seen right now, people might think he had done something Dark to her. That would be counterproductive to his goals.
As the doors opened, and professors moved in, swiftly starting to repair the Hall, Harry slipped through the doors, and through the crowd of students. Levitating the girl above everybody.
He'd have to take her to the Hospital Wing, she was probably magically exhausted.
~~~~Scene Break~~~~
After having taken the girl to the Hospital Wing, Harry had gone to the Great Hall, which had been repaired by now, and had placed his name in the Goblet. After having spoken to Draco, Neville, and Cedric for a few minutes, he had gone to Dumbledore's office.
Albus would probably wish to discuss this with Harry. They hadn't been able to talk after yesterday's events either.
So having arrived at the door to Dumbledore's office, Harry simply walked in, drew up another recliner, this one being completely black. Harry didn't feel like making an effort right now. He wasn't very happy, and everybody was allowed to know.
Dumbledore didn't even speak, he simply held out a bowl of Lemon Drops. Taking one, Harry simply waited for Dumbledore to say what he had to say.
"Miss Owens is a completely untrained fire elemental. She is well known for her fiery temper and she has unlocked her full potential. She is a danger as keeping her under control is extremely difficult if she loses control. Of course, she will not lose control as bad as she did today again, but even so, I daresay that if she loses control, the risk for casualties is unacceptably high." Dumbledore calmly spoke. Not showing what he was planning. And Harry didn't like that.
"As we have no means of restoring her elemental ability to dormant, she will have to be trained,"
Uh oh, Harry didn't like where this was going...
"So, we need somebody who is capable of training an elemental. The only elemental currently at my disposal,"
Fuck. He was going to say it.
"Is you, Harry. I am forced to ask you to train Miss Owens in her abilities, to ensure that no innocent students get hurt." Dumbledore finished. He looked beseechingly at Harry. The headmaster really wanted Harry to train the girl.
"Albus... She's a fire elemental, and I'm an ice elemental! In case you hadn't noticed yet, those are not exactly compatible elements!" Harry spoke up. He wasn't intent on having to train an annoying Gryffindor who was probably too stubborn to believe Harry anyway.
"Harry... please." Dumbledore spoke. The twinkle in his eyes being non-existent right now.
"Can she pay for it?" Harry asked coldly. At Dumbledore's surprised look, Harry continued,
"I'll be sacrificing a lot of time which could be spent practicing for the Tournament or otherwise improving myself. I am offering something nobody else in all of Great Britain can offer. And you want me to do so for free?" Harry was honestly shocked at Dumbledore's earnest look.
Harry simply sat back and waited for an answer.
"No, Miss Owens cannot pay for it. She is Muggleborn, and she is being aided with school funds already." Dumbledore calmly spoke, still looking at Harry in a hopeful way.
Silence... Dumbledore and Harry simply looked at one another. Dumbledore hoping to get Harry to say yes, Harry hoping to get Dumbledore to drop it.
Harry lost, damned puppy eyes.
"Fine. I'll do it. The girl's schedule will have to be adapted to into my own planning though!" Harry finally barked.
"And you'll explain to me how you are capable of looking like a kicked puppy when you're more than a hundred-and-fifty years old!"
I'm done for now, do leave a review and tell me what you think. Hope y'all enjoyed.
Buh-bye,
Signing of,
Peeves' best friend