Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter, I am writing this fanfiction for my own amusement and make no profit, all recognizable characters in this story are the property of J.K Rowling, Scholastic, Warner Brothers, etc.
AN: I wrote a review on a story I've been reading where I said that I probably would never write a Quidditch scene, well it turns out I am a dirty rotten liar because this will be my first attempt at a Quidditch scene.
Quidditch Pitch, Hogwarts, 11/29/1997, 14:48
Harry pulled back on his broom flipping backwards and releasing the quaffle while he was inverted, by the time he righted himself the quaffle had flown through the left hoop right between Ron Weasley's outstretched fingertips.
Harry flew towards the other end of the pitch and attempted to intercept the quaffle Weasley had tossed to his team's chasers but Angelina Johnson snagged it out of the air and passed it to Katie Bell. Harry had to perform a sloth-grip roll to avoid a well-aimed bludger from Fred Weasley as he pursued the flying foxes towards the Hufflepuff hoops.
Harry had let Will talk him into a pickup game between their house teams and was starting to warm up to the idea the longer he played. He hadn't played a full game of Quidditch since last April.
Unfortunately, he was still training a new chaser to replace Heidi Macavoy who had graduated last year and Zacharias Smith could not keep up with him and Tamsin Applebee.
Anthony Rickett and Michael Manus were doing a fine job keeping the bludgers off of them though it was a difficult task as the Weasley twins were some of the best beaters to come out of Hogwarts in many years.
The same could be said for Herbert Fleet who had only let three goals get past him so far.
It was a shame that most of the players on the team were seventh years Applebee, Manus, Rickett, and Fleet would all graduate this year leaving Harry to pick out a whole new line up and he didn't think Smith would make the cut.
Harry shot down below the line of play and accelerated vertically in an attempt to intercept the Gryffindor line.
Harry flew up between Spinnet and Johnson and smacked the quaffle upward allowing Applebee to snatch it out of the air and make a break for the Gryffindor hoops, Smith trailing behind her.
" Fuck off Potter!" Alicia scowled before shoulder checking him causing her to go off course as he was much heavier than she was.
'I hope she doesn't carry on the rest of the game like this,' Harry thought as he took off after Applebee.
The score was racking up steadily in Hufflepuff's favour, the stands were starting to fill now and Lee Jordan had started a running commentary.
"AND THE POTTER APPLEBEE POWER DUO SCORED AGAIN BRINGING THE SCORE TO 180-30 HUFFLEPUFF, THIS IS GETTING EMBARRASSING!"
It wasn't that the Gryffindor chasers weren't any good, truthfully they were phenomenal, they were just having trouble getting anything past Fleet.
On the flipside the Gryffindor keeper was not handling pressure very well, they would have never been able to get the score this high against Oliver Wood.
"AND I BELIEVE THEY HAVE SEEN THE SNITCH, POTTER AND DIGGORY ARE NECK AND NECK IN A DIVE!"
Harry ignored the seekers hoping to sink one more quaffle but the Gryffindor chasers were almost on top of them, Harry finally made a breakaway and was raring back to throw the quaffle when Lee's excited voice boomed throughout the stadium.
"AND POTTER CATCHES THE SNITCH TYING THE GAME AT ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY POINTS, THE CAPTAINS WILL MEET TO SET THE TERMS OF THE TIE-BREAKER!"
Harry landed next to Cedric, the Hufflepuff seeker was looking thoroughly put out while William was shooting them both a smug grin.
"I don't know what he's grinning about, we tied," Harry said patting Cedric on the back.
"I can't believe the little wanker beat me to the snitch," Cedric scowled.
"He was getting desperate, Me and Applebee were wiping the floor with their chasers," Harry said trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah so how do we break the tie?" Cedric asked.
"Simple, we get back up and play the first team to score wins," Harry said matter of factly as the walked over to where Angelina was standing with her team.
"You ready to break the tie, Johnson?" Harry asked.
"Alright but captains have to sit out this play," Angelina said flatly.
"You got it," Harry said as he looked to his teammates who nodded their understanding.
"Smith, if you fuck this up you can forget getting a position on the team next year," Harry said in a flat tone.
Smith nodded causing Applebee to smirk, in Harry's direction.
" Alright Badgers, go bring daddy a win," Harry said with a grin playing on his lips.
"You got it," Fleet said as he kicked off and the other four followed him.
Harry looked over at the Gryffindor team and saw a green-faced Ron Weasley shakily mounting his broom.
"You realize they would have slaughtered us last year," Cedric said as he watched Smith try and coordinate with Applebee.
"Yep, if it wasn't for their rookie we wouldn't be playing a tiebreaker," Harry agreed.
"If it wasn't for our rookie we wouldn't be playing a tie-breaker either," Cedric pointed out.
"So if we lose we're putting this on the rookie?" Harry asked.
"Exactly," Cedric agreed.
"Same here, if Weasley plays this bad next year he will not be on my team," Angelina said from their right as she waited for Lee to start the tiebreaker play.
"Next year is the last year for the flying foxes, isn't it?" Harry asked looking over at her.
"It is, though next year will be the last year you two play as well," Angelina rebutted.
"For me sure, I think Diggory wants to join the professional league," Harry said looking over at Cedric.
"Yeah, I would like to," Cedric said as the whistle blew
The tie-breaker play was pretty anticlimactic, Tamsin was first on the quaffle and had it through the hoops in under twenty-five seconds.
"HUFFLEPUFF WINS ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY TO ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY, THE LIONS HAD BETTER SHAPE UP BEFORE NEXT SEASON OR WE'RE DOOMED!"
"I think Applebee will be drafted by one of the big teams," Harry said before turning and offering Angelina his hand.
Angelina sighed before shaking his offered hand, " Good game Potter."
"You too, if you get Weasley trained up you might be our strongest competition next year," Harry said as he shook her hand.
Angelina nodded before going over to commiserate with the rest of her team.
"Come on mate let's go kick off a Hufflepuff victory party," Cedric said looking quite pleased.
"Applebee, well done," Harry grinned before placing a kiss on her cheek making the lithe brunette blush crimson.
"Oi get your own bird," Manus exclaimed good-naturedly throwing his arm over his girlfriends shoulder.
"Sorry Tamsin, I guess our love wasn't meant to be. Now come on you lot we have a victory party to get to!" Harry shouted as they cheered before heading into the locker rooms to change.
Great Hall, Hogwarts, 11/30/1997, 10:39
Harry dragged himself to the Hufflepuff table and groaned as the noise in the hall was amplified by his hangover. Sitting at his right Cedric didn't look much better, he was sipping a cup of coffee and looked positively miserable.
"You two look awful," Susan said cheerfully.
"Ow, not so loud Bones," Cedric whined pitifully.
"Thanks for stopping us from getting a third cup of mead, Harry," Hannah grinned.
"Your welcome, why didn't you stop me?" Harry groaned as he filled a goblet of water and practically chugged it before refilling it.
The party last night had gone on until the early hours of the morning, Herbert Fleet had managed to smuggle a few cases of oak matured mead from The Three Broomsticks and Cedric had gotten his hands on a few bottles of rotgut firewhiskey.
"You know I used the envy the older years who were allowed to drink at the victory parties," Harry said looking at Cedric who seemed to be in a worse state than him.
"Yeah and?" Cedric asked irritably.
"And now I'm over it," Harry said as he drained his second goblet of water.
"Agreed I thought Rickett was supposed to be getting everyone some hangover potion," Cedric said moodily.
"He got busted bringing them back from the Hogsmeade this morning," Hannah said looking highly amused.
Hogwarts allowed the students over seventeen to consume alcohol at parties and social functions but hangover potions were considered a controlled substance by the current school rules.
The only way to get a hangover potion was to go to the infirmary and ask for one from Madam Pomfrey, but the school matron was of the opinion that if you wanted to drink yourself silly then you could suffer the consequences the next morning. This meant that she rarely administered the potion prompting the need for students to smuggle them in from the apothecary in the village.
The only other option was to brew a batch yourself but there were two problems with this.
Firstly, the potion was very complicated and required complete focus, so it had to be brewed while the brewer had their wits about them as one mistake in the brewing rendered the potion inert.
The second problem was that it took eight hours to brew the potion, so unless you already had a stock of hangover potion in reserve it was difficult to be prepared for a spontaneous party like the one Hufflepuff held had last night.
"Figures, want to take our chances with Poppy?" Cedric asked looking at Harry.
"Nope, it would get back to mum if I did," Harry shuddered at the thought.
"You are such a mama's boy," Susan giggled
"Shut it Bones or I will let my brother know about you and Abbott streaking through the common room last night," Harry muttered in no mood for her teasing this morning.
"Wow, you two are in a foul mood," Hannah muttered, her cheeks tinged pink.
"I am, Rickett didn't acquire the hangover potion," Harry grunted before he filled his plate.
"Look what ze cat dragged in," Fleur grinned as she took a seat between Hannah and Susan.
"Oh I don't have the energy to deal with you this morning, Delacour," Harry groaned.
"Why, what iz ze matter with you, 'arry?" Fleur asked innocently.
"These two drank themselves stupid last night, they even sang a duet," Hannah smirked.
"Oh, what song did zey sing?" Fleur asked curiously.
"A cauldron full of hot strong love, it was positively dreadful," Susan answered with an exasperated sigh.
"It was, but they did sing it in their underwear, so I will give them points for that," Hannah giggled.
"I don't remember doing that," Cedric exclaimed looking horrified.
"Me either, the last thing I remember was Tamsin and Leeann frenching on a bet," Harry said looking down the table at the fifth and seventh-year girls.
"Yeah, I remember that, Michael Manus looked like he was going to faint," Cedric snorted seeming to be feeling better after eating some food.
"Why was I not invited to zis party?" Fleur asked.
"We didn't see you at the game," Harry pointed out relieved that all of the water he had drunk was finally starting to knock the edge off of his headache.
"I saw ze Gryffindor team 'ad a horrible chaser," Fleur replied as if to prove she was at the game.
"All the better for us, Macavoy graduated last year and Smith did not work well with Potter and Applebee," Hannah said matter of factly.
All right you're invited to the next Hufflepuff victory party, maybe we can see you sing in your underwear," Harry grinned.
"Who says I wear underwear," Fleur rebutted causing Cedric to sputter into his coffee and Harry to look sharply in her direction.
"Don't you?" Harry asked curiously.
"Zat is none of your business," Fleur smirked.
"But now the question is in my mind," Harry muttered making Cedric snigger beside him.
"Perv," Susan muttered before the sound of a fork tinking on crystal caught the attention of the entire hall.
"May I have your attention please," Professor McGonagall called out silencing the entire hall.
"I have one announcement to make that most of you probably already know about. On Christmas night, Hogwarts will be hosting a Yule Ball for fourth-year students and up and dress robes will be required to attend. Students below the fourth year may attend if an older student invites them."
"The champions and their partners will be opening the ball with the first dance which will be a customary waltz."
"Finally, Dinner will be served during the event which will begin at eight o'clock but lunch on Christmas day will be served at two to accommodate this."
" All Hogwarts students please note that all school rules apply during this event, if you embarrass Hogwarts in any way during the Yule Ball you will be punished most severely, you have been warned," McGonagall announced before taking her seat again.
The hall filled with excited muttering as soon as McGonagall finished speaking, and many of the male students were shooting Fleur hopeful glances.
"Ah good I believe McGonagall just declared open season on veela," Harry smirked.
"What iz zat supposed to mean?" Fleur asked irritably.
"McGonagall just told all of Hogwarts that you have to find a date for the ball," Cedric said in sudden understanding.
"So every bloke in Hogwarts is going to be climbing over themselves to bag a veela," Harry elaborated.
"You are going to be hounded until Christmas," Cedric grinned.
"So you had best find a date soon," Harry suggested barely holding back his laughter.
"Merde," Fleur muttered as she realized they were correct.
"Ah and here comes your first suitor," Harry said cheerfully as Roger Davies nervously approached Fleur his eyes slightly glazed over.
"Alicia is not going to take this well," Cedric grinned.
"Serves the witch right," Harry shrugged unconcernedly.
"M-Ms Delacour w-would you go t-to the ball w-with me?" Roger stuttered out his eyes looking glazed over.
"Oui," Fleur said as she glanced at the Gryffindor table and smirked at a furious Alicia Spinnet.
"T-thank you," Roger exclaimed before he scurried away.
"I owe you one favour for that," Harry said looking at Fleur.
"Invite moi to ze next party and we shall call it even," Fleur shrugged before she got up to join the Beauxbaton contingent who were leaving the hall.
"You got it," Harry nodded as Fleur left to fall in line with the other girls in blue robes.
"You have to invite her," Cedric almost pleaded.
"I will, I always keep my word," Harry said as if insulted Cedric would suggest otherwise.
"Good, we have to find out if she wears underwear," Cedric said.
"You two are pigs," Hannah scowled.
"Have you found yourself a date yet?" Harry asked.
"Yes, she will be going with Ron Weasley," Susan said looking unsure about this.
"Why?" Harry asked looking at Hannah as if she was touched in the head.
"Susan wanted us to go as couples," Hannah shrugged.
"I guess I'll have a word with the lad," Harry sighed.
"Don't bother mate, she's my cousin I'll talk to Weasley," Cedric said a touch of steel in his tone which was quite unusual for the laidback Hufflepuff.
"You got it, I already had the 'talk' with Will," Harry shrugged.
"We don't need you to intimidate our dates," Hannah protested hotly.
"You'll thank me when you don't have to watch Weasley eat like a starved wolverine," Cedric shrugged.
"Yes Abbott let Cedric do his thing for the good of everyone seated at your table," Harry said as he finished his breakfast and got up from his seat.
"Where are you going?" Cedric demanded.
"Quidditch pitch, I might try and practice that inverted shot I tried on Weasley," Harry shrugged.
"That shot never would have gotten past Wood," Cedric said as he got to his feet and followed Harry out of the hall.
"I know, that's why I'm going to practice," Harry smirked.
Hogwarts Head's Office, Hogwarts, 11/30/1997, 21:59
Albus sat at his desk going over the past week, it had to rate up there as one of the worst he had weathered in over a decade.
Besides the obvious, he had discovered his old friend Alastor Moody locked inside his own seven-compartment trunk. Alastor was badly malnourished and suffering under the effects of the imperius curse.
Albus still felt deep shame for never realizing that his old friend was being impersonated. They had been friends of a sort for decades and he hadn't noticed anything was off.
Things at the ministry were getting worse, in the next few days an article would be printed warning the public about Barty Crouch Jr. There was a follow-up article that would explain exactly how it was that Crouch Jr escaped Azkaban in the first place.
Between Crouch Jr's escape, the arrest of Crouch Sr, the arrest of Ludo Bagman, and the fiasco of the first task it was not looking good for Cornelius Fudge.
Perhaps this was for the best, with all the scrutiny on the ministry right now, Voldemort's spies were not going to be able to accomplish very much.
Speaking of Voldemort, Severus had confirmed his return hours before young William Potter had relayed the contents of his vision.
According to Severus, Voldemort was focusing on recruiting more followers at present. Eventually, he would send emissaries to the tribes of giants in the Ural mountains but not until the political climate settled.
For the moment it seemed that Voldemort would be working in the shadows. Albus had considered going public with the information but at the moment he highly doubted anyone would listen.
Sirius had agreed to let the order use his mother's old home for order meetings and he had set the first meeting for tomorrow at midnight.
Truthfully the headmaster wasn't sure what the next move should be. They needed information before they could do anything else, though he could bet with almost certainty that one of Voldemort's first moves would be to try and get to William Potter and finish what he started.
Albus had already been thinking of ways that Tom could accomplish this and he could only think of one thing, a portkey.
Luckily unless he personally created one a portkey would not work inside the wards of Hogwarts. He had had an epiphany earlier while going over the changes they would make in the upcoming tasks.
He now believed that he knew the endgame for entering William Potter in the tournament.
The third task was going to be a cross between an obstacle course and a maze, due to how difficult it would be for the winning champion to get back out of the maze once they had retrieved the cup, it was decided that the Tri-Wizard cup would be turned into a portkey that would take the champion to the entrance of the maze.
Once Albus had turned the cup into a portkey it would be possible for someone else to turn the cup into a two-stop portkey that could cross Hogwarts wards.
That would explain why Will was entered and why Crouch Jr seemed so invested in the boy winning. According to Sirius, it was Crouch Jr that told William how to get past his dragon.
No, now that he knew this he had decided that there would be no portkeys used in the tournament
Furthermore, the students would not be visiting Hogsmeade anymore this school year. The village was a weakness in security that he had no control over. If he could only figure out how the students kept sneaking into the village to smuggle in butterbeer and sweets he would close that avenue as well.
For now, he would just try and keep things at the school running as smoothly as possible and try and stay abreast of Tom's movements, they had one advantage at the moment, Voldemort didn't know that Albus was aware of his return.
'Maybe we can stop him before he really gets started,' Albus thought optimistically as he popped an every flavour bean in his mouth and grimaced.
"Fucking vomit flavour again!" Albus cursed causing Fawkes to trill in amusement.
Transfiguration Classroom, Hogwarts, 12/1/1997, 10:21
Harry sat at his usual spot listening to McGonagall explain the intricacies of Human Transfiguration.
Cedric sat next to him though he was doodling on a piece of parchment, it appeared he was trying to draw Fleur but it looked more like a long-haired stick figure with a large circle under each of its arms.
"Mr Diggory, what are you doing?" McGonagall asked irritably.
"Listening to your lecture, Professor," Cedric said as he tried to hide the drawing only for McGonagall to summon it to her.
"You call this art?" Professor McGonagall snorted as she looked it over with disapproval.
"I think it's supposed to be the French champion, Professor," Harry added helpfully.
"Stay out of this, Potter," McGonagall sighed.
"Yes ma'am, I was only trying to help," Harry said dutifully and Harry heard the Weasley twins sniggering in the seats behind him.
"I was paying attention, professor," Cedric said shooting Harry an annoyed look.
"Well it certainly seems that way. Tell me Mr Diggory, what is the most important rule when transfiguring a human being?" McGonagall asked.
"That you never try to force the Transfiguration as it could cause irreparable damage," Cedric said without pause.
"Very well, try and keep your artwork a little more wholesome, Mr Diggory," McGonagall sighed before picking up where she left off in her lecture.
When the bell rang Harry and Cedric packed up and followed the rest of the class out into the Hall, they had almost made it to the end of the corridor when Alicia stepped out of a classroom blocking his path.
"What's the deal with you and Granger? Are you really taking her to the ball?" Alicia blurted out.
"Yep," Harry said not sure what this was about.
"Why?" Alicia demanded.
"That is none of your business. What do you want, Spinnet?" Harry asked tiredly.
"Take me to the Yule Ball, that veela whore stole my date," Alicia demanded.
"Absolutely not, you and I are done," Harry said flatly.
"So you're really turning me down to go with that frumpy little bookworm?" Alicia demanded incredulously.
"I am," Harry shrugged as he made to leave but Alicia grabbed his shoulder.
"Don't walk away from me," Alicia shrieked getting the attention of everyone in the hallway.
"Just leave me alone Spinnet," Harry said shrugging her off and continuing on his way toward the ancient runes classroom.
Harry had taken maybe twenty steps before he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and ducked before he even processed what he was doing. He was shocked to see a nasty yellow hex fly past his head and strike a tapestry, setting it on fire.
Harry spun around in time to see Alicia casting another spell, Harry was forced to cast a shield charm.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Harry exclaimed as the spell struck his shield making it ripple from impact thankfully it withstood the force of Alicia's bludgeoning hex.
Harry dropped the shield and fired a silent stunner in return that she easily sidestepped before she brought her wand up to return fire.
Suddenly both of their wands were ripped from their grasp and an irate Professor McGonagall was making her way down the hallway being led there by a worried-looking Hermione Granger.
"What is the meaning of this? Duelling in the hallways?" Professor McGonagall demanded angrily.
"She attacked me," Harry protested.
"It's true professor, Spinnet shot a hex at his back that damn near took my head off," A boy in Ravenclaw robes spoke up.
"Thank you, Mr Corner," McGonagall said dismissively.
"You two, follow me. Ms Granger you should get to your next class," Professor McGonagall instructed.
Harry shot Hermione a grateful smile before following McGonagall back into her classroom.
"Take a seat," She instructed indicating the two desks in front of her own desk.
"That Ravenclaw wasn't lying professor, I was walking away when she tried to hex me in the back," Harry explained looking annoyed about the whole situation.
"I know, Ms Granger already corroborated your story when she alerted me to the fight in the hallway," McGonagall said shortly.
"You can't trust what the little bint says, she's just protecting her boyfriend!" Alicia exclaimed hotly.
"That's enough, Ms Spinnet! I have heard from two different sources that you were the aggressor in the altercation," McGonagall snapped clearly losing her patience.
"Mr Potter, you will serve detention with Professor Hagrid this evening," Minerva said looking in Harry's direction.
"But it wasn't my fault-
" I saw you retaliate with a stunner that very nearly hit poor Ms Weasley. You could have very easily stayed behind that shield and waited her out but you chose to cast a spell in a populated hallway," McGonagall said cutting off his protest.
"Yes ma'am, Harry sighed knowing that arguing with McGonagall would only make things worse.
" Good, you have runes to get to, I suggest you get going the bell will ring in six minutes," McGonagall said as she tossed him his wand.
"Yes ma'am," Harry repeated as he got up and left the classroom feeling very annoyed.
"Are you okay?" A voice cut into his thoughts.
Harry turned to see Hermione waiting in an alcove looking nervous.
"Yeah, thanks for getting a professor," Harry said pushing his bad mood aside.
"I heard the reason she attacked you, thanks," Hermione said uncomfortably.
"I asked you to go to the ball with me and I have no intention of accepting someone else's offer especially not from that crazy... witch," Harry chuckled.
"Thank you, I have to get to class but I am glad you're alright," Hermione said shyly before moving forward and pulling him into a hug and then scurrying away.
Harry began making his way down the hall while he pondered a matter that had been troubling him for the last few days.
This was exactly what he was afraid of when Will suggested he take Hermione to the Yule Ball.
He didn't want to lead the girl on, he knew that he didn't have any romantic feelings for her. Though if he was being honest with himself, he couldn't deny that he found her attractive especially when she hugged him like that, pressing her well-developed chest into his.
Still, the thought of taking advantage of Hermione's crush on him didn't appeal to him at all.
She was probably very inexperienced and it would be child's play to get her into a broom closet if he put his mind to it but his conscience wouldn't allow him to use his brother's best friend in such a way. The consequences would almost certainly come back to bite him especially when his mother got wind of it.
He would take her to the ball and show her a wonderful time and then find a way to let her down as gently as possible the day after. He could pretend to be ignorant of her feelings for him, perhaps claim he thought they were just going as friends.
She would have her night in the spotlight as the date of the Hogwarts champion, he would make sure to act like a perfect gentleman. He knew that part would just make matters worse but he would not ruin the ball for her.
The two-minute warning bell pulled him back to the present and he sped up his pace before he ended up in another detention for tardiness.
Great Hall, Hogwarts, 12/2/1997, 08:59
Harry took his seat and groaned, Hagrid had him assisting him in wrangling the blast-ended skrewts back into their paddocks. Then he spent an hour and a half attempting to feed them, this was problematic as the only thing anyone was sure they ate was other skrewts.
They were incredibly strong and it took every ounce of strength he had to guide them where he wanted them to go and not get dragged away by the five-foot-long armoured monsters.
"What's up with you this morning?" Cedric asked looking very amused.
"I had detention last night, had to walk those bloody skrewts," Harry said as he began piling bacon and eggs on his plate.
"Better you than me," Cedric smirked.
"I still can't believe Spinnet tried to get you in the back, doesn't that go against the Gryffindor motto?" Cedric chuckled.
"You would think but based on recent evidence, I would say that there are exceptions to the rule," Harry shrugged.
"Well, she ended up getting asked to the ball by Cormac Mclaggen," Cedric grinned.
"Good, those two deserve each other," Harry grinned between bites of bacon.
"Agreed so the word from the rumour mill is your brother and little Bones were seen coming out of a broom closet last night," Cedric grinned.
"Well good on him, he can deal with Amelia," Harry grunted.
"So I 'eard you were brawling in ze 'allways?" Fleur said coming to sit across from the two Hufflepuffs.
"Yes my crazy ex-girlfriend attacked me because I refused to ditch Hermione and take her to the ball," Harry said as he glanced at the amused veela.
"You must have been thinking with your La queue when you pursued 'er," Fleur snorted before snatching a piece of bacon off of his plate.
"Funny, if you keep eating fatty food you won't be able to fit in your dress," Harry smirked.
"Veela cannot get fat," Fleur sniffed haughtily.
"You don't say?" Cedric asked curiously.
"Oui, our metabolism is so 'igh we cannot put on excess weight," Fleur shrugged.
"You wouldn't happen to have a sister?" Cedric asked hopefully.
Oui, but she is eight, so if you touch 'er you will go to jail," Fleur said matter of factly.
"How about veela cousins?" Cedric pressed.
"I 'ave dozens of cousins," Fleur answered.
"Give it a rest Diggory you wouldn't know what to do with a veela anyway," Harry snorted.
"Oui, especially if 'e still 'as zat premature problem Chang was talking about," Fleur giggled making Cedric blush scarlet.
"She's making that up!" Cedric exclaimed.
"Of course, she is," Harry said in a patronising tone.
"Bugger off, Potter," Cedric growled.
"Oh look zeir is zat Spinnet girl," Fleur grinned as she came into the hall on the arm of Cormac Mclaggen.
"I don't know which one I feel worse for," Cedric grinned.
"Mclaggen, he didn't try to attack me in the hallway," Harry grunted.
"True," Cedric conceded.
"Who won?" Fleur asked curiously.
"Neither McGonagall broke it up," Harry shrugged.
Before Fleur could ask anything else the post owls flew through the window and began delivering the morning mail, the usual prophet owl flew to Harry and he quickly paid for his prophet before unfurling the paper and gasped at the headline.
Death Eater Long thought dead at Large Again!
Barty Crouch Jr on the Loose After Escaping Aurors at Hogwarts!
Deep Corruption at the Highest Levels of the ministry, Bartemius Crouch Sr Arrested on multiple Charges