Oh my God guys! We already passed fifty followers on this story! You all are seriously amazing. Also, to those who reviewed and I was unable to PM either because I was too busy or they were a guest, I know, my story isn't perfect. It won't ever be perfect. I understand correcting errors that were large plot holes however I'm not going to give ever small detail on everything that goes on in the story. Some things I give a vague description because I assume you guys are smart enough to kind of piece together some things. Finally, I absolutely will be doing flash backs in some chapters so if you really don't understand something, chill, it'll probably be explained later. Either way, I'm very glad you guys care enough to review and try to make it better. I will try to make sure if it's important to really go into detail. Anyways, ENJOY! ~Patchwork Dr.
Harry awoke to the feeling of water splashing his face. He heard a giggle and blinked the sleep out of his eyes. He scowled at the blonde who was smiling above him. "Come along 'arry. We need to practice your French. By next year, after four years, you will finally be able to conversation in French!" She smiled excitedly while Harry groaned and switched.
"Fleur you know perfectly well that I... Am able to hold a conversation in French." Harry blushed because of the pause while he thought of his words while Fleur smirked and flicked his nose.
"Not quite ready yet Harry." Harry sighed and got up, following the Part-Veela to the main room of the magically enhanced carriage. Many students had already left to explore the grounds leaving just Fleur and Harry, much to his happiness. It was a little embarrassing to practice French in front of the other students who either pitied him or laughed at him.
Flashback
Harry walked quickly through the halls to his first class. Many students whispered and pointed in French, making him self conscious. His face reddened and he put his head down in embarrassment. Suddenly, a blonde blur rushed from behind him and stopped next to him. Looking up, it was his only friend, Fleur Delacour.
"Aw, do not worry about them 'arry, zey just find it odd because you're the only English student here." Harry blushed and nodded.
"I'd like to be able to understand them. At least the teachers help a little by rereading me the instructions. I'd like to be seen more than just that English student. Can you teach me French?" He blurted and looked down. Fleur smiled and patted his back.
"Sure 'arry, we will begin lessons tonight."
End of Flashback
Harry managed to read the first chapter of a book Fleur gave him without getting much of a headache, "I suppose that will suffice for today. I actually might read some more later." He said to himself. He set the book down on his dresser and wiped his glasses while looking at the clock. It was around noon and Harry was hungry.
On a lovely Sunday like this, he just could not bare to continue to stay inside. He exited the carriage and walked along the path to the school. Many Hogwarts students hug around in groups. Many spent time near the lake laying in the shade of the large willow trees that dotted the lakeside.
Entering the Great Hall, he saw many Hogwarts students doing homework, laughing with their friends, or of course, eating. He walked over to the Ravenclaw table. The plate in front of him reacted quickly and food appeared. How very peculiar. Harry figured they must have been charmed to react to students and shrugged. He dug in with vigor.
Only when a very odd blonde plopped herself next to him did he look up from his food. She smiled dreamily and waved her hand in greeting, "Hello Harry Potter." She said. "It's been a pleasure to meet you. Although, I did not see this coming. It seems you are going Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts." Harry raised an eyebrow at the strange girl.
"I see. Well I am going to Beauxbatons however you didn't see it coming? Does that mean you see other things coming similar to a seer?" He asked amusedly. Luna opened a rolled up newspaper which was upside down.
"I see as much as the next person." She answered and with that, her focus was trained entirely on the newspaper known as, "The Quibler". Harry throughout the day tried his best to collect as much sun as he could. It was truly, a nice day, if a little odd.
The weeks leading up to the tournament were filled with classes taught by Madame Maxime and a few other teachers who volunteered to come as well. Harry had always marveled at magic and being able to fit a boys bedroom and girls bedroom along with a few classrooms had blown his mind. Harry also learned kept reading the French book which slowly became easier to read as his mind was able to comprehend the sentences better. All seemed to be looking up.
"Welcome to the Triwizard Champion Choosing Ceremony!" Professor Dumbledore shouted, using a sonorous charm on his voice. Everyone in the Great Hall cheered and applauded. With a wave of his wand, a cup hovered in. The Goblet of Fire had many runes that seemed to be made of light fluttering around it like flies. Inside the goblet, a blue fame danced, occasionally shooting a few sparks in the air. It was time for the champions to be chosen.
He glanced at Fleur who was a row or two ahead of him. She looked back at him and smiled excitedly. Harry remembered she put in her name the day the submissions were announced. Harry laid back, letting himself be hypnotized by the cups beautiful designs and the fire that seemed to spit more sparks in what seemed to Harry as excitement. He wondered if this Goblet of Fire was somewhat sentient.
Suddenly, the blue fire roared and shot high into the air. When the fire died down, a single strip of paper fluttered into the hands of Dumbledore. "The Hogwarts champion is... CEDRIC DIGGORY!" He shouted. Beauxbatons applauded politely while Hogwarts roared with excitement. The Durmstrang school was completely silent. He caught a glimpse of some shuffling of hands as money swapped back and forth.
The next time the goblet spat out a small piece of paper, the Durmstrang champion was decided, "VICTOR KRUM!" This time the sound from the Bulgarian school went wild as their start student marched over and shook the judges' hands. The other two clapped until the champion disappeared behind the door of the smaller room where the champions waited.
Finally, the goblet spit out the name of the Beaxbatons champion, "FLEUR DELACOUR!" Professor Dumbledore shouted. Harry felt he clapped the hardest however grew annoyed when he heard a few wolf whistles. It was silent until Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"Ah, yes well it seems the Goblet of Fire has chosen all of it's champions! The first event-" suddenly it flared again. Harry looked on with curiousity. Could there be a fourth champion? He wondered who could managed to fool the goblet when he heard two words that made his stomach drop. "Harry Potter.
Inside the room Harry walked in stiffly as if walking to his own grave. Fleur looked up and he saw her lips frown slightly. " 'arry? Do zey want us back in zey Great 'all?" She asked. All Harry could do was shake his head slowly.
"I... I..." Harry stuttered before Madame Maxime walked in behind Professor Dumbledore. He looked Harry in the eye and his eyes twinkled.
"Mr. Potter," he asked calmly, "did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?" Harry shook his head and Madame Maxime looked on with concern.
"What about any ozzer students 'arry? Did they put your name in for you?" She asked. Harry shook his head again. He didn't trust himself to answer lest he accidentally puke. Dumbledore looked grave as if a funeral had happened before his eyes.
"I am afraid Mr. Potter will have to compete." Dumbledore said quietly. The Bulgarian headmaster, Igor Karkaroff frowned.
"Vat! Beauxbatons has two champions?! Zis is unbelievable! I demand a second champion!" He shouted in anger. A man appeared in the doorway and chuckled. He limped in and glared at Karkaroff.
"Oh please Igor, you know as well as I young Mr. Potter here is not just some suicidal hormonal teenager! I'll tell ya, it's something dark that confused the cup. Probably made it think there wS four schools competing then entered the boy's name." His electric blue eye swiveled to Harry and looked back at the man.
Harry looked to Fleur for support. She smiled assuringly and Harry also smiled a little. He was sure everything would be alright. He nodded his head and one of the judges, a Mr. Crouch, began talking about the first challenge and how long they had to prepare. Unfortunately, they seemed to keep the actual challenge a secret.
That night, when Madame Maxime returned them to the carriage, she left them to the crowd of curious students.
"What happened Fleur?" One shouted
"Yea, are you the champion or is Harry?" Another asked.
Fleur sighed and glanced at Harry who stepped next to her, "we are both the champions. The Goblet of Fire was jinxed or charmed to make Harry compete as well. You all know the story of Harry's parents and according to Professor Dumbledore, a dark wizard is making an attempt at Harry's life. However, we are Beauxbatons! We will stick with Harry because he is our own! Let those foolish English dark wizards try their best! We will keep Harry safe and win the tournament!" After this long speech everyone. Looked at Harry and cheered. Even if he wasn't French, he loved them all like his family.
The next morning it seemed the entire castle except for the Beauxbatons was on edge. After speaking too Gryffindor name Lavender Brown, who claimed knowledge of every rumor in the mill at Hogwarts, one half of Hogwarts had taken Fleur's side, which mainly consisted boys while the other had taken Harry's side, which mainly consisted of girls. He did notice many boys were glaring at him but he just couldn't really bring himself to care. After finishing speaking with the blushing Gryffindor, Harry spotted Luna and sat next to her.
"Good morning Luna. Have you had a good morning?" He asked politely and started buttering a piece of toast. Luna looked up dreamily and smiled.
"Oh you know, just the usual. It seems your head is filled with wrackspurts." She answered and nodded firmly, "is something on your mind?" Harry sighed.
"I really do believe you're a seer. Yea I do have something on my mind. Fleur is the true champion and while I don't mind competing with her, this was her time to shine and do well. It feels like I'm stomping on her chance to prove to others she's more than a pretty face, you know?" Luna turned to look at him.
"Oh I wouldn't worry about that. I'd worry about the burns on your hands and arms when your plan fails." Harry raised an eyebrow. "You know, this potato looks a lot like the sorting hat. See? Here's the big fold it has for a mouth." Harry pursed his lips.
"What did you mean by burns Luna?" He asked worriedly.
"Oh you'll see soon enough." She smiled knowingly and skipped away to wherever she goes.
"Argh! Seers... I swear she is one... Heh, undercover seer." Harry chuckled and continued eating his breakfast, still more or less worried about what Luna had said.
It was late afternoon when classes had finished and Harry told Fleur what Luna had said. "Well, I do not know zis Luna person very well but if what you say is true, we both must be on our guard."
An arm grabbed both Harry and Fleur and they turned. Madame Maxime smiled and pulled them both towards the forest. "Come with me." She muttered quickly. They continued after her. The sun was low, just peaking over the mountains when the trio looked through a thin layer of bushes at a clearing filled with cages.
"Dragons?!" Harry mouthed to Fleur. She shrugged and looked back at the fire-spewing monsters. He shook off his surprise and continued to look on in awe. He was going to face a God damned dragon?!
When Harry got back to the carriage he gave a shout and kicked a nearby chair which toppled over. "Dragons?! Are you kidding me?! I'm fourteen! No one under seventeen has ever faced a dragon and lived to tell the tale much less than try to beat it! What are they thinking!" Harry huffed and sighed, falling back into an armchair. Fleur laid back on a couch and looked thoughtfully.
It was a week before the first task when the weighing of wands ceremony took place. "I suppose we should start with the youngest eh? Mr. Potter." Mr. Ollivander held his hand out where Harry placed his wand. "Ah yes, a custom made wand yes? Very nice. Flexible. I do believe that it is a heartstrings of a dragon and is it Weeping willow? I've never made my wands withthat personally. Very temperamental as a medium. Well, anyways, it is in fine working order."
The rest seemed very dull. A vile woman named Rita Skeeter wanted an interview alone but after a quick session of him snapping her quick-quotes quill in half and lighting both pieces on fire, the interview was cut short. All too soon, the first task was upon the four champions.