Fleur Delacour Returns to Hogwarts
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the related characters. All belong to J. K. Rowling and her publishers.
Fleur woke up the next morning to a stormy day. She showered and picked out a silky lavender robe. She combed her hair and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She sat in an empty chair at the High Table next to Minerva.
"Morning," Fleur said.
"Well, good morning and good luck to you; you'll be needing it for your first day with these children," Minerva said cheerfully.
Fleur picked up a simple biscuit and buttered it. She looked around the Great Hall for Harry or any of his friends, but there was hardly any students in the Hall, it was just way too early.
" Ew do I teach first?" Fleur asked Minerva.
"Second years and sixth years today," she said. And then she bent over and whispered to where only Fleur could hear: "You'll be seeing Harry first thing tomorrow morning."
Fleur smiled. "Merci."
Fleur finished her breakfast and sat listening to the never-ending droning of Zach, who decided to sit next to Fleur and torture her again. Finally, oh finally, Harry, Ron and Hermione entered the Great Hall Fleur felt a sudden pang of anger when she saw Hermione kiss Harry playfully on the cheek. Fleur felt tears fall down her front as she watched Hermione flirt with him.
Fleur was so angry that she just couldn't sit there and do nothing. Fleur gathered all her courage, stood up, and approached the Gryffindor table.
"Excuse me," Fleur said. The troublesome threesome turned around to look at who spoke. Ron Weasley started to make helpless gagging noises.
"You are not supposed to show public affection at 'Ogwarts," Fleur said the first thing that popped in her head.
"Um, well we're not showing affection; we're just playing around," Hermione said.
"Well, in zat case," Fleur said, "No horse-playing at ze breakfast table." Fleur turned to walk away and heard Harry, her beautiful Harry!, say, " Sheesh! She sounds just like McGonagall!"
Fleur ran out of the Great Hall and cried her heart out.
Later that night Fleur went to bed thinking this job wasn't even worth somebody who didn't love you back. None of the boys that day paid any attention to her. They were too bust gaping at her. Fleur was so irritated that she just wanted to run to Dumbledore's office right then and there saying she wanted to quit.
But she couldn't.
Fleur was combing her long golden hair when a knock told her that somebody was at her door.
"Come in," Fleur called.
The door opened and Fleur groaned. It was Zach.
"What do you want?" Fleur said.
"Well," Zach said, "This weekend, teachers are allowed to go to Hogsmeade for a short break. Severus and Minerva are going together as a date, and I was wondering if you'd like to go with me as a double date."
" I suppose so," Fleur answered wearily.
Zach smiled his toothy friendly smile and said, "Oh yeah!"
"Good night," he said, and then he left.
The next morning Fleur woke up a little earlier than usual because of the awful stormy weather that was continuing from yesterday.
I'll be seeing Harry today! Fleur thought happily to herself.
She picked out her favorite robe (a satiny periwinkle blue) and combed her hair while staring at her reflection in the mirror.
She went down to breakfast and waited for Harry. Finally he came in with his two friends, Ron and Hermione. Fleur sighed and stared longfully at her love.
The bell rang and she went to her classroom to teach her very first class.
Slowly her students all came in. Her heart fluttered at the sight of Harry.
Then she took roll-call.
She paused at Harry's name.
"Harry… Potter."
"Yeah, I'm here," he replied.
Fleur wanted to wring her arms around him and just kiss him right then and there.
After roll-call, she started class.
"Okay, ew knows what a centaur iz?" Fleur said.
Some of the class raised their hands.
"Vairy god," she said. "Well, for zose of you ew don't know what a Centaur iz, here's your day. To some of you, Centaurs may not exist. Oh, but zey do. And to others of you, Centaurs may not seem dangerous. Oh, but zey are.
"Centaurs are stargazers zat are a mix between a 'uman and a 'orse. Zey have the 'uman form from 'ead to waist, but ze rest iz 'orse form. Zough not as intelligent as 'umans, Centaurs are quite brilliant. Zey rely on ze movements of ze planets and love to communicate with ze stars. Some Centaurs may seem real friendly, and some just a bit. Zey may not seem interested that much because of zeir fear and lack of trust in 'umans.
"Most Centaurs hide it, but recent scientific studies today claim zat Centaurs 'ave extraordinary magical powers. If you scare, pester, or bother zem enough, zey just may use it on you, so be aware. Centaurs are mainly dominant in Britain and France, all zough zey exist in large numbers all over the world. Zeir 'abitat exists in forests zat supply abundant Oak trees. Zeir food supply consists of crickets, Oak tree leaves, grasshoppers, pixies, and spring water.
"If you ever come in contact wiz an angry Centaur, zere iz a charm used to distract, but not kill, it. It iz called ze Centaurieus Charm. Ze incantation iz "Cetaarlimbus", which is pronounced "Ce-tar-lee-im-bus". When pronounced correctly, ze Centaurieus Charm will cause a sudden bright red light to shoot into the Centaur's eyes, zerefore distracting it from its view of sight for a few quick minutes. Any questions?"
The class just stared blankly at her.
"Well, if you can't memorize it now, you better turn to page 10 in your textbook because you're having a test on Centaurs next Thursday," Fleur said. The class opened their books and started to read the page. Well, most of the class were reading; some of the guys were just staring at her. Fleur was happy to see that Harry was one among the people gawking at her.
"Harry!" Hermione whispered, smacking him. He turned to her and she said, "Read! You're having a test on it!"
It's okay harry, Fleur thought to herself, I'll just give you top marks for being you. And I'll give you extra credit for a kiss or two!
Fleur smiled to herself and started to check the worksheets she got her first years to do for her yesterday. Maybe she would like this job anyhow.