Beauxbatons Academy...
Great Hall...
"And I Students wish to announce that we will be attending the Tri-Wizards Tournament. It will be held in England this year." Madam Maxime spoke
"But I don't want to go to England!"
"It is too cold!"
"The Englishmen will hit on us!"
"Their savages!"
The female witches screamed and balled at the Headmistress who merely stared at them. Just as she was going to speak a crash was heard from the middle of the Hall. All eyes turned to see that Hayden had lept onto the table and had raised his arms up.
" what is the matter with all of you. Do you not see that this is the chance we have been waiting for. We have a chance to uphold our most sacred traditions. We have a chance to look down upon those who think they are better than us. We will make the English realize who the real power belongs to. We will make the Bulgarians realize who has the greatest mastery in the finer arts. We will show the savages what beauty and what power is. We will show them who the most powerful nation really is. For we are French, we are magical! VIVA LA FRANCE!"
"VIVA LA FRANCE!!" Screamed the witches
"Are We Bitches or Are We Witches?!?" Crowed Hayden putting magic into his words.
"We Are Witches!" Cried Beatrice joining the jumping up and down witches
"VIVA LA FRANCE!" Cried Fleur
"And so that we are United under one Banner I suggest that we vote on who shall represent us." Announced Hayden as he smiled winningly to the crowd of witches.
"I Want Fleur to be my Champion!" Cried our a small voice
The hall went silent and all eyes turned to a young silver-Haired beauty. Gabriella Delacour.
"Aaahhh Yes, well how 'bout it Ladies do we want the Silver Swan Fleur Delacour to lead us?!" Hayden fumbled out but recovered quickly
"Oui!" Cried Marie she is the most powerful of the female students here.
"Why cannot we have Hayden Voorhees be our champion he is the strongest being here, besides the teachers!" Cried a witch from the back
"The reason being is that technically, Mr. Voorhees is an American and the schools Magic will not accept him. Even if he did save many of your lives." Madam Maxime divulged.
"Yes, and now that is cleared up once again I ask you. Will You Support Fleur Delacour As You Champion!" Roared Hayden
"We Will!" Cried the whole Hall causing it to shake.
"Well then Fleur." Hayden lightly jumped down from the table and kneeled before his lady love. "Do you take their hearts and mind to win the tournament for France?"
Fleur felt like she was in a dream she had gone from cheering her love to now having the school cheer her. She looked down in front of her at the powerful young man infront of her.
"Don't worry I will keep you safe, I promise." Came Hayden's voice in a quiet whisper.
With a hesitation then with firm determination she stood and mounted the table. She did a deep courtesy.
"I accept you desire and shall be the glory to France."
The cries and dreams of approval and thanks were deafening.
Riddle Manor...
"Viva La France!" Shouted the little baby-like-thing
"Mmmaster?!" Peter poked his head into the room, fearfully.
"Cruxio!" Cried the Caitlyn Jenner look alike (AN: I couldn't resist.)
As Peter thrashed about on the floor, the being formerly known as Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort, shook his head. Why of all places was he thinking about France. Still he shrugged it off it was most like the fact he never attacked France. Well that would all change when he had James Potter Jr the Boy-Who-Lived.