The Great Hall...
Students and Faculty...
The room which had broken off into chatter died as the final Beauxbatons witches came in. The breathing of the room became audible and most of the males and a few of the females eyes filled with lust. One thought ran throughout the minds of the magical raised, Veela. The muggleborn were unaware of what these young ladies were, all the straight and lesbians knew is that they were giving off an aura of sensuality and promise of pleasure. Now obviously the few that were immune or not effective were used.
Lily...
Her eyes widened, her heart skipped a beat. The long black haired girl had her eyes. Harry! Her boy! Her...wait he was a she?! She sat there puzzled, a glamour maybe? She resisted the urge to jump out of her seat and cast a (revealing) spell. How to approach the young lady/her maybe son.
Severus...
He rolled his eyes it was like these brats had never seen an attractive female before. Though he raised an eyebrow the black haired girl?! Lily's eyes he glanced at his fellow teacher. He watched as hope, then puzzlement, and finally determination settled across her face. As he looked back at the Veelas he watched them sit down and begin to eat. The black haired girl let out a musical laugh and her chest bounced up and down. If that was not a glamour she was well endowed indeed.
Albus...
He was worried the Veela all had bright purple auras, all but one. The raven haired one had an ugly black and green aura. It looked like a plague was hovering around her shoulders. And then if he considered her eyes?!...Yes. It had to be a glamour and his eyes twinkled madly. He had found Harry Potter. At last the lost lamb would be back in the fold. He simply would reveal the girl for what she was and all would be, with a little guidance, as it should be.
Hermione...
Scowled, Boys really! She watched as food fell out of Ron's mouth as he stared at the veelas. She turned to her guardian and smiled graced her face. He had glanced at the Veela but then returned to eating. She was impressed this was the difference between men and boys. Still she narrowed her eyes the black haired girl had the biggest chest she had seen for a young woman. She pulled her book out and began to pretend to read all the while watching the spectacle unfold.
Draco...
Veela sub-human and inferior to purebloods. However they had obviously not spotted him because they would had sat at the Slytherin table if so. Yes he would have to correct this mistake and greet them properly.
The students and faculty all watched as the Veela chattered away obliviously unaware of the commotion they were causing. Just as Dumbledore stood to make an announcement, the silver haired Veela tilted her head towards the witch next to her. The English students watched with open mouths as the black haired witch gave the silver haired witch a smoldering French kiss.
"Fleur!" Cried two of the Veela
"Ara so romantic!" Cooed the brunette Veela
"OMG! Their witches witches!" Cried Fred Weasley
"Colin where's your camera?!" Shouted Ron Weasley
As the great hall descended into whispers the head table was having a conversation of their own.
"Really Madam Maxime, glamour charms to hide a male student I must protest.." McGonagall tried
She hadn't noticed before it was only when Albus had leaned in and asked if he was seeing things. Once she had taken a look she had decided there was no way anyone else could have green eyes like that. She then immediately with Lily Potter began to demand while lily pleaded for the lost Potter to be revealed.
"A simple matter that can be easily settled." Madam Maxime didn't bat an eye
Now obviously if Lily had been thinking straight she would have done this exchange in private. The idea however that her lost lamb could be returned to her and all would be fixed was driving.
"Miss Winter?" The French Headmistress called
The black haired girl with a toss of her hair stood and sashayed her way to the head table. With a deep curtsy she let a bright smile grace her lips before,quirking an eyebrow.
(French)
("The English want to preform a revelio and finite incantation how do you feel about this?") Madam Maxime Queried
/English/
/non zis iz an outrage! Ow dare zey assume I am a English pig!/ Shrieked Ms. Winter
("Headmistress I protest and refuse to be treated as a crutch for some teachers entertainment!") Kitty stamped her foot
With a flourish of her robes the young lady proceeded to walk back to he seat. Madam Maxime shrugged her shoulders and went back to talking to Filius. The students of the schools kept whispering and the teachers not apart of the exchange quietly began talking among themselves.
Albus...
Well bugger. The old headmaster thought how come the little rascal could not cooperate with them. A thought struck him perhaps he was unaware that she was a he. Yes obviously that was the answer. And he had the perfect plan to fix the situation. Standing and moving to the podium he waved a hand past his throat. Just a little flair to impress upon them what an amazing man he was.
"Attention all students I would like to thank all the students here and headmasters for coming to our little game." He raised his hands open as the English applauded
However the French simply kept talking and the Bulgarians just shot Dumbledore bored looks.
"In order to further expand on the ties of friendship. Hogwarts would love it if you all participated in classes and received teaching from our staff." Albus droned on
"Now as always you are dismissed." Albus then beckoned for a few of his staff to follow him.
Beauxbatons...
The French Veela flowed through the halls and in their wake left foreign students in a haze. They made their way back towards the carriage.
"I can not believe those nosy English what gives them the right to pry into our business!?" Fumed Anna
"Ugh! Did you see that red headed boy he was staring at us with food falling out of his mouth!" Beatrice chortled
"But, Hayden you were amazing I did not expect you to play a witch so well! Giggled Fleur
"Hell! I can play anything a girl is just the tip of the iceberg." Hayden joked
They were exiting the castle when they heard a shout. Turning they Came face to face with the redheads teacher from the Hogwarts muggle class.
/Yes, ow can be elp you?/ Fleur asked
/please let me cast the spell or give me some hair./ the red haired English Professor from the head table asked
The Veela looked at her and the females were taken aback. She looked like she was about to break down crying. However, before anyone could say anything a small chuckle came from the one "female."
/"But, of course you can! Why would I stand in the way of a grieving mother."/ Kitty gently plucked a single hair from her head and wrapped her handkerchief around it.
She then stood with her hands at her hips and let the professor cast a multiple of spells at her.
/"Revealio, Finite Incatetum, Desendeo Deacendence!"/
Lily Potter ran through a group of spells getting more and more desperate with each attempt. After about eight minutes of this Fleur had enough.
/"uv done ur spells, now we must ead back to arr carriage."/
/"I'm...I'm...So..Sorry to have bothered you it's just that I've been looking for so long and this seems like fate."/ Lily admitted
With a turn and fluttering of her robes the Professor raced off to have The potions master test the hair she was given.
"Hayden...?!" Fleur hesitatingly Asked
"I'm fine...just confused as to why she would I'm her long lost son?! Ehehhehe!" He tried to play it off like normal, but to the Veela for some reason the laughter didn't have its normal charm.
The Memory...
Lucius Malfoy...
It was looking to be an exceptional night. His baby girl was with his mother and Draco was with the Notts. as he watched the Quidditch finals he watch the young Bulgarians seeker clutch the snitch. Ahh yes,he sighed as he pissed on a tree a little ways from his tent everything was goin-...
"Lucius, why have you been avoiding your friends?" A smooth voice laced through the air
He stiffened then schooled his features into the faceless mask.
"Rookwood, Crabbe, Goyle, and Friends..." he drawled putting emphasis on friends.
"Oh! Don't be like that Lucius. We have come to celebrate your new daughter with some good old fun!" Rookwood chuckled as he put on his deatheater mask on. The group of deatheater all dressed in their outfits. The visible fangs on Crabbes mask turned and flashed in the darkness.
He glanced down and slowly transformed into his own battle robes. It might not be that bad to revel in the old crowd for a bit. He raised his wand and canceled the charm on his pinky ring. His elaborate mask formed and he took a moment to look it over. It held the all the desires and ambitions of a child. And he dawned it once again.
A half an hour later the we're flinging spells. He sneered over four hundred wizards and witches and not one could pick up the courage to fight back pathetic. He fired off a concussion blast into a group of twelve and watched them go flying. They probably would have to go to Saint Mungos for treatment. He allowed himself to summon a few bags of galleons for the pile of unconscious bodies. Yes might as well get something else out of this.
" kill kill kill mom mom mom!" The voice was haunting and could be head over all the screaming and chaos. Lucius fumbled with his wand. What the bloody fuck was that?!? He fired off a (serpentsorcia) with the (gargantuan) spell combo he was quite proud of. The giant cobra began spitting venom everywhere. Lucius smirked yes, one of the spells that made the white golden deatheater a feared opponent.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCKER!!!"
Lucius spun with the giant cobra turning with him. Half running half stumbling Rookwood.
"Ahh Rookwood what's the matter a Mudblood tried to hug you?" Grinned Lucius underneath his mask.
"Gggrlrlrggglghh!"
"Pardon?" Asked a confused Lucius
SPLATTER CRRAAACKKK!!!
Lucius watched in horrified fascination as two hands punched through the chest of the deatheater. The hands then pulled apart a hole in the center of the man. The face of the last person he wanted to see. A mask with air holes at the bottom, a chunk missing from the top left, and black eyes peered out of the created hole.
"Gggkkillllgggg Mmeeeee!" Sobbed Rookwood
Lucius, all he could do was watch as his former schoolmate and deatheater was torn apart. They stood staring at eachother the surrounding sounds seamed quieter. Wizards and witches began to circle around the two opponents. The silence dragged. Finally Lucius had enough.
"The others?" He asked
"Dead or run off." The voice was so calm so dead
Lucius fingered his wand and tensed he knew that he wasn't going down for this. With a half step he Apparated behind the ministries killer just as the cobra struck. Several people screamed as the massive black head dove for the unarmed man! The man pulled back his right fist and a mere foot away from his torso, lunged. The knuckles of the Legend of CrystalLake met the magical summon of Lucius Malfoy. The winner was obvious, in a splash of gore Jason shattered the nose then the skull, and continued to the first couple vertebrae. The silence was almost immediately broken by cheering Brits. Jason ignored them all and slowly turned towards the calmly standing deatheater. A thousand plans ran throughout Lucius Malfoys mind and he sighed as he had to turn to the old fallback.
"I was..."
"Mordsmodre!" Cried a voice
The dark mark so familiar to him. Even as the screams of fear rent the air Lucius gazed upon the mark. He disapparated without a sound appearing in his tent. He changed and walked numbly out into the main room Narcissa who was sitting gave a soft cry as she rushed to him. No words were spoken as the to simple held eachother. After a time the two separated they packed their things as quickly as they could then returned to the manor.