A/N- Not one right now, sorry
Chapter 10- Conflicts
Harry was thrown to the floor again; he was in a very familiar looking place, yet he didn't know where. A little highchair sat at the dinner table, but the room was empty. Harry thought to himself,
"Where am I, and have I been here before?" He circled the kitchen area he was, eyeing for anything that would validate his suspicions. He saw a magazine on the counter, and studied it, it read, J'adore Chanter
He was at the Delacour's house! He searched around the room for anything unusual, but heard noise. Harry ran to hide under the table, but then realized he was invisible, so his efforts were entirely futile. Pierre walked into the room, wiping his eyes and holding his reading glasses in his hand. He sat at the table, and a little girl walked in, maybe three or four. She stumbled and face-planted on the fine tile. Pierre stood up in a hurry, rushing to her aid; her lifted her up, while she was sobbing short breaths.
"It's okay Fleur, it's okay. We all fall down sometimes. A couple of daddy's friends fell last night actually. " He bit his fist, "Fleur, go get your mother for me please." Pierre wiped the tears from his eyes, and sat up. Fleur squealed,
"All right daddy." and ran off, tripping occasionally. Harry followed the little girl outside of the room as Pierre slowly broke down on the kitchen table. The little girl entered the top bedroom, the one Harry stayed in during the summer. Isabelle was reading Witch Weekly.
"Mommy, mommy, daddy wants you downstairs." Piped the little Fleur, Isabelle stood up, and picked up Fleur, and sighed,
"I'll carry you downstairs Sweetheart." She carried her down and entered the kitchen.
"What's wrong Pierre?" inquired Isabelle as she entered, and put Fleur down.
"It was a setup, they must have found out, the whole group got ambushed. I dont think any of them made it, and Lily, James, Tish, and Annastasia were captured." Isabelle dropped into a chair,
"So your sure they were," she gulped hard." They're . . . " Pierre nodded,
"It's my fault, I'm a murderer." Isabelle put her hand on his shoulder. Harry sighed, so that's what Fleur had meant. All that over a mistake, her life ended because she had a power that was burden, and a gift. He left the room, and looked into the den. Fleur was in there, twirling around, dancing laughing and having fun. Harry thought about the last time he had any real fun, thinking about the last time he was happy.
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Hermione sat at a table in the library, books strewn out in front of her and parchment everywhere.
"C'mon Mione can we leave yet?" begged Ron, he had been stuck studying with Hermione all afternoon, while Harry did who knows what alone with Fleur in her room.
"Haha, where did you come up with 'Mione?" Ron sighed; it looked like he'd be stuck here for another couple of hours. Hermione slammed her book shut.
"You know what Ron it's the beginning of the year, and we just got an hour of studying in. I think it's time to go to bed." Ron laughed. "What's so funny?" asked Mione.
"Well, the way you said it, it sounded as if you meant we go to bed together." Hermione got up walked over to Ron; she pierced her lips together and grabbed his collar.
"That is what meant Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron." Ron snapped back into reality, Hermione was waving her hand in his face, repeating his name.
"Huh, oh uh what?" Hermione stuffed all her stuff into her backpack,
"I said that we should go see what Harry and Fleur are up to, and maybe get a little sleep, we've been studying all night." Ron's eyebrows raised at this,
"What do you mean by sleep?" Hermione stopped their descent down the stairs.
"I mean I lay down in a bed and become unconscious, while you and Harry do boy things until two in the morning, become unconscious wake up late and wonder why you can never make it to breakfast on time." Ron let out a small sigh of relief.
"What's up with all the sighs Ron? Has something gotten over you?" Ron shook his head. Hermione circled him,
"Well I think there is, and we just mustn't have my little Ron worried now. Maybe a little time will get your mind off your problems." She pulled him into an empty room.
"C'mon Ron, I want this." She grabbed his hand, "I want you Ron, Ron, Ron." Ron snapped back into reality again.
"Ron, what's with you, you keep on spacing out?" Ron looked at Hermione; her beautiful facial features, her tone of voice when she was concerned, her assertiveness, she was beautiful all together. He shook his head; it's Hermione man. Get yourself together. He shook his head once more.
"Nothing's wrong, I'm okay." Hermione smiled.
"Okay then come on, Fleur's room is this way . . . I think."
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Harry was jolted back into reality. He groggily sat up; he was on the couch in Fleur's room. She hurriedly rushed in, carrying a glass of water. She hadn't died, just fell unconscious she hadn't had the concentration or power to complete the killing curse, but her nose was still slightly bleeding. He noticed her Green necklace shine, as it got closer to him, he felt an empty feeling in his stomach.
"Are you okay Harry, here, what happened?" He sat up, and looked around, it took him a while to remember what had happened.
"Yeah, wait, what the hell were you thinking?" Fleur stepped back,
"I wasn't thinking, I . . . "
"Your damn right you weren't thinking. You could've actually succeeded, then where would that leave you?"
"I'm okay though. I just did it because all this stuff was mounting up on me."
"That doesn't mean you take yourself out, Damnit! How stupid could you have been?" She almost risked her life, Harry didn't know what he could have done if she would've died.
"I'm not stupid, you even said you had tried yourself."
"No I said I thought about it, that doesn't mean I cut my wrists."
"I was going through some things." They were yelling back and forth. Fleur was almost in tears.
"I have things on my mind too, but I dont go and be an idiot about it."
"I'm not an idiot Potter. Can't you just shut up and not be the center of attention for just a moment!" Harry's mouth opened up and down like a goldfish without water.
"I am only talking about you, okay, trouble finds me, I dont find it."
"Just like you didn't enter that tournament last year huh, or just like you didn't take the cup with Cedric." Fleur stopped. She immediately regretted her last sentence, "Harry, Harry, I didn't mean that, I just." Harry cut her off,
"Well if that's how you feel then maybe you should have succeeded. I found out your parents aren't murderer's, but that doesn't matter because they set up my parents."
"Re. really?" She asked, her eyes softening. Harry nodded,
"Yes really, but your conceitedness probably made them do it." He said, he wasn't really making any sense, but it seemed like it would get under her skin.
"You can't say that. You're not even being fair"
"Life's not fair." Harry shot back. Fleur took in a breath.
"You're right, life's not fair so I hate you, got it? I hate you Harry Potter, okay."
"Fine little miss pretty, I don't even give!" She picked up the glass of water, and threw it on his face.
"And don't ever talk about my parents again." Harry walked to the entranceway.
"Well I don't even care." He walked into the hallway, followed by Fleur,
"Just don't talk to me again you arse!" Hermione and Ron heard yelling, and ran down the corridor, only to find Harry and Fleur yelling obscenities at each other. Harry turned tail and stormed down the hallway, right through Ron and Hermione.
"Wait Harry what happened?" He didn't answer. They turned to Fleur, she didn't answer. The swords crossed back, closing the wall, and Harry had already gotten around the corner.
"Mione, why do we always get left out the loop?" She sighed this time,
"I don't know Ron, I really don't know"
A/n- I dont know maybe I should have made the whole argument about something better, or maybe not. I am not sure if I am going to tell Dumbledore, but just read later chapters.