Disclaimer: Characters belongs to J.K Rowling - Fan made story in an alternative universe, so it's not Jk Rowlings Harry Potter...

Like i said in my other stories, English is my 3-4 languages. My English is self-taught.

This plot lines i couldn't really use in my other stories. So i decide to make it a standalone story...

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Summary:

As Headmaster Albus Dumbledore picked up the parchment that blew up from the Goblet of Fire, he read it and shouted, "Champion for Beauxbatons Academy of Magic is Fleur Delacour!... A story with The main Characters, Harry and Fleur... FD and HP.

Thanks to 77draco to edit this chapter fro grammar... (09 April)


Angel and Champions


Emerald Eyes


Chapter I

Fleur's elegant sky-blue school-uniform showed her curvy form to the poor drooling heads of male-students. Thankfully, she had learned the mind art Occlumency, her annoyance however could never be truly hidden.

It was her way of being polite to the males with low self-control, by remaining faceless it was helping avoiding any unwanted invitations, since it would most likely scare anyone off without making them a fool.

As she walked toward the old ancient man with the white beard, Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts. He then guided her toward to room when she reached him.

Fleur had entered the famous or infamous Triwizard tournament. It was her headmistress, Olympe Maxime's idea as she was her prized student. Beauxbatons Academy of Magic had a secret event in the middle of the summer to decide anyone who was soon to be seventeen or was already seventeen, to participate in the tournament. There were 100 students who wanted to participate, only sixteen managed to be nominated. It was the sixteen, who had the desired skills to come and place their names into the Goblet of Fire. They were hoping to be chosen as their school's champion. To the amusement of Fleur and annoyance of everyone else, no males managed to be nominated. (Not to mention the rumors were that Fleur had used her heritage powers to remove the male obstacles.)

As Fleur was walking, her head was held high and proud. She noticed the sadness and jealousy in her fellow classmates, but as the representative of her school she decided to ignore their childish acts.

Not that the young girl should care. She had never really connected with her fellow students.

Her headmistress held her in highly regard, sometimes even favored her. It was her understanding that it was the root to all the whispering behind her back.

Her Veela Allure, which she could control to some degree, was only fueling the jealousy and sometime even fear. Jealousy of her beauty and fear of her rage. The students of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, had never accepted her, they were polite towards her, but she knew the truth.

The waiting room she entered had a fireplace, and some cups/goblet from winning different kinds of events. Hogwarts was really trying to show their achievements. Fleur nearly shook her head in amusement over how much the three schools were trying to impress each other.

As she scanned the room, she nodded to the handsome man, the Hogwarts Champion Cedric Diggory. He was in his Hogwarts's school uniform, the black robes with the yellow and black scarf. She remembered that the colors represent the house he was in, Hufflepuff, and they represented the element of earth.

Not many would believe that she was the smart and top student, or that she even knew about the different houses in Hogwarts. After all, people were neglecting her intellect because of her unnatural beauty.

After a while, the champion of the Durmstrang Institute entered the room, Viktor Krum. He had a stern face, nodded to her, and then to the Hogwarts Champion.

No one talked. Even if she didn't know what was going to happen, she had no desire to be the one to break the tension in the room.

A raven-haired boy entered the room, confused and in disbelief, he looked frightened. The horror and irritation on his face. It reminded her of herself, when everyone accused her of something she either had no control of, or didn't do.

When he finally looked at her, she saw into his green eyes behind the hilarious glasses he had on. The orbs pulled her to the end of time, were every movement stopped around her. The intensity of his eyes, the beauty of his soul. For the first time in her life, she feared for someone else who was not a member of her family.

Who was this boy? She could see the hardship of his life, his eyes told everything to her. The feeling of wanting to rush over to him, pull him into her arms, only her modesty stopped her. The not lady-like emotion she had been taught to avoid since she could remember.

Her face narrowed, her eyes on the brink of tears. She walked slowly towards him. Everything else was forgotten, she need to know what was wrong.

Fleur had only been close to him one time, and that was when she was getting bouillabaisses to her fellow students.

Yes she wanted to know the name of the boy, because of the feeling that her allure had no effect, and that she knew him from somewhere, but couldn't remember.

He broke eye contact and was looking down at his feet. She frowned in disbelief and a little disappointment. Normally males were trying to stare at her, but not the boy in front of her. Fleur wanted to see his face again, to memorize everything about him. The urge to stare into his eyes was to great, so Fleur placed her right hand under his jaw, and lifted his head up slowly. Not even seeing the open-mouths from the other two in the room, looking unbelievable and questionably towards her.

"W'at is wrong?" She asked, now that their eyes were once again locked, and the world around them forgotten. Well, she didn't know about him, but her world was now in the mercy of his eyes...

The hurts and fears in his eyes, touched her heart as he spoke, "I... had... been.. entered..." He never finished as he looked away, toward the other champions.

Fleur needed to look into his eyes, it was now a drug to her. His beautiful soul, the innocence of it, she needed to see it again. She forcefully turned his head to face hers.

"Unbelievable, simple fascinating!" A man interrupted by grabbing and taking the boy away from her, irritating and angering her. But it seemed that the man didn't see the daggers she sent with her eyes for the interruption, otherwise he would had run away.

With an arm around the raven-haired boy's shoulder, the man known as Ludo Bagman proudly spoke, "Gentlemen and Lady" He nodded toward them, "I present you the fourth champion!"

Fleur was in shock, almost forgetting her scowl towards the man who interrupted her.

She still didn't know the boy, or was it the man's name. She needed to know, but before she could ask, the ancient man rushed in and turned the boy around to face him. With his hands on his shoulders, he looked like he was going to shake the boy. Fleur wanted to intervene, only to see that her headmistress had somehow entered the room without her knowledge, holding her back.

More people had now entered the room, but Fleur didn't care. The boy under the accusing stare from the ancient man, was the only one she cared about.

"Did you enter, or have an older student enter your name Harry?" The ancient man asked.

"No sir, I didn't!" The boy half-yelled in disbelief.

Fleur understood him, she could see that this 'Harry' looked up to the ancient man. Looking down at him, she could see the hurt from hearing the question.

The ancient man turned around and was now facing everyone in the room, "I believe that young mister Potter is telling the truth." he stated in a tired tone and seemed to look much older than before.

In disbelief, the people in the room started to yell with no regard to each other. But Fleur didn't care, she didn't care who was loudest or had the best arguments. Even if she wanted to know the story behind it. She believed the boy. His soul was still innocent, she knew that he hadn't lied. He had the same kind of expression when as her when her Allure started to change her friends around her. The expression of being lost and of being forced to grow up.

"Harry Potter will participate as the fourth champion. With his or without his approval, or anyone for that matter. It's a magical contact, so as soon as his name came out..." Barty Crouch informed, it sounded rather forced, but everyone nodded to the shock of Fleur.

The young girl looked at Harry, he however looked so lost and in disbelief of the events around him. The statement that he was entered against his will, could be clearly seen on his face. The sadness that everyone accepted that there were no way around the contract. It annoyed Fleur to no end. Even the acceptance of it was to fast for her liking.

Fleur could see his fist tighten in anger. So she moved away from her Headmistress, towards him.

"I believe you" Fleur said, and he smiled at her. The smile made her blush, but she didn't want to look away from his eyes. She saw into his twinkle sparkling emerald eyes, they glowed, as if they were going to light up the room.

He nodded ' thanks', but her Headmistress had arrived behind her, pulling her away.

["Come Fleur, it's outrageous that Hogwarts has two champions"] The woman said with a bit of venom in her voice, Fleur managed to turn around with a 'sorry' expression on her face before she was half-dragged out of the room.

As she entered her new room in the carriage that she had gotten because of her newly acquired champion status, her thoughts turned to Harry. She hoped that at least, he would get the support he needed to complete the upcoming event.

She was lost in her thoughts from who would enter him, to why enter him at all. She knew that he was not of age, maybe 14 or 15 years at the oldest.

She then decided that she needed to write home, to tell her family that she was now a champion they could be proud off. Then something crossed her mind as her family came into her mind.

Her little sister had wanted her to find a Harry Potter...

Fleur eyes widened, ["Of course!"] She muttered, ["Harry Potter is the-boy-who-lived"].

The feeling he emitted, the feeling of being in his shoes. It had stopped her mind from connecting his name to the famous wizard. He didn't look famous, he actually looked normal she noticed.

Fleur smiled when she imaged staring into his eyes ["Gabrielle will be so jealous."] she chuckled. Sighing heavily, she changed to her nightgown and entered her own private bathroom.

Cleaning her teeth before crawling under the blanket of her bed. With a smile on her face, she vowed to herself to talk to him. She needed more information about him, but it would be impolite to simply ask people other than himself. She wanted to know him, as him after all. The humble him she had seen while looking into his soul. So ideas formed in her dazed mind, before sleep took her.


A/N)


The normal Chapters will be 5000+ words, this is only teasing, to see how many are interesting in the story.

The story are likely Pow vision of Harry and Fleur, but it will not be first-person views.

This first chapter are the example how the story will unfold.


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