"Crucio!" A high clear voice cried.

A woman's scream rent the chilly night air. She cried, begging for mercy but the stranger laughed at her. He put her under the curse again taking pleasure in the gesture that was all too familiar to him.

"More Bertha? Tell me what is happening at the school or suffer my wrath." The voice spoke out again.

"The Triwizard Tournament!." exclaimed Bertha, tears running down her face. "Crouch, Bagman, and Dumbledore have it sanctioned at Hogwarts."

Voldemort could use this information to his advantage. If he could get the Potter boy into the tournament then he could use the boy's blood to restore his body. But how could he achieve this feat? It seemed he would have to ponder this.

"It seems that I have no further need for you." Voldemort stated as raised his wand the best he could in his weak form.

"Wait! If you let me go, I'll tell you where one of your servants are." Bertha pleaded.

"Go on." Prompted Voldemort.

"Barty Crouch Jr is under the Imperius Curse at his father's house!"

"Intriguing, but it won't save you."

"But we had a deal." Bertha cried.

"No, we didn't. I never agreed to let you go, you told me the information all of your own free will." Voldemort laughed.

Voldemort heard enough, with Barty back at his side he was guaranteed getting his body back. Or at the least he had a more competent wizard than Wormtail. The fool could barely do simple tasks. It was pathetic really.

"Finish her, Wormtail."

A flash of green and Bertha Jorkins fell dead to the ground. Had Voldemort had the strength he would have disposed of her himself. But alas he was too feeble too weak it left a bad taste in his mouth.

"Let me gather my strength, Wormtail, for after we track down Barty."

It was time to bring back his most faithful servant back to the fold. Lord Voldemort was the greatest wizard the world has ever seen. What happened that night of '81 was just a mere fluke. He was going to prove it to the world.


Sebastian and Apolline had just exited their Account Managers office. Both felt dread at the idea of the contract being unbreakable. Fleamont Potter sounded familiar to Sebastian, but he just couldn't put his finger on why it did. But Fleur having to marry The-Boy-Who-Lived? That was completely unexpected. It would also probably cause riots if word got out.

He shuddered at the thought. But unfortunately it was unavoidable since the young Potter was the Heir to the House of Potter. Why they clinged onto traditions he would never know. In France, they had Royal Houses in the past, but it meant nothing now except they were rich.

"What do we do now?" Apolline asked fearfully.

"We break the news to Fleur, and hope for the best." Sebastian replied gently, while he squeezed his wife's hand reassuringly.

"We might want to put protection charms on all the living room items." Apolline sighed "You know how she can get when she's angry."

Sebastian chuckled at that, "Trust me I know."

They apparated back to the house and both were more nervous than ever before. How do you break the news to your daughter that she has to marry someone. It is not something you can just play off as no big deal. Nor can words of comfort do anything to dampen the pain that you'll never get a chance to capture someone's heart.

Sebastian looked at his wife to ask who was going to break the news to Fleur. But the look in her eyes made the question die in his throat. She was close to crying already and it was clear to Sebastian that he was going to have to be the bearer of bad news.

In the living room Apolline sat down in her favorite chair and Sebastian felt sick to his stomach about the conversation he was about to have. Taking a breath he called.

"Fleur come down here please."

There were soft footsteps coming down the stairs as Fleur appeared in the living room. Taking in the sight of her mother sitting down her and her father pacing back and forth.

"Yes? Papa?"

"You're gonna want to sit for this Fleur." Sebastian sighed, he also took note of Fleur's nervous face and he wished that he didn't have to tell her about the contract.

"There is a contract for your hand in marriage." Sebastian stated bluntly, after he spoke he cursed himself. So much for tact.

"W-what?" Fleur asked.

Sebastian didn't reply but instead just waited nervously for Fleur's outbreak to begin. He watched as she processed what she heard and saw her face adopt a look of horror before relaxing into the mask she wore out in public when she didn't want people to see how she felt.

"This is a joke right?." Fleur asked, in a neutral tone. "Because it's not very funny."

"Unfortunately, it's not." Apolline answered sullenly. "It's very real and unbreakable."

"Why can't you break it?" Fleur asked angrily, "Papa, you have really good connections with people in the Law Department in the Ministry."

"The only way to break it was to have the Lord of the Potter house declare it to be null and void." Sebastian explained exasperatedly. "There is nothing we can do Fleur."

"Potter? As in Harry Potter?" Fleur blinked.

"The very same."

"So was this the plan? Just pawn me off to the most famous person alive to boost your political aspects?"

"You know that's not true!" exclaimed Sebastian. "I gave up politics the moment you were born. You were the most important thing to me."

"Didn't stop you from writing that contract." Fleur replied scathingly. " And I saw you talking to some of your old partners the other day."

Sebastians nostrils flared at the accusations. Why the hell would she believe he would do that after years of him telling Fleur that he didn't care who she got with as long as he was a good man and willing to work.

"How dare you suggest that I'd do something like that." Sebastian shouted, as his eyes narrowed at his daughter. "I would never take your decisions away from you."

"Yet here I am doomed to be trapped in a relationship with a boy who probably wouldn't be able to converse with me without drooling."

"You don't know that Fleur." Sebastian said.

"That's what you told me before I started my 6th year at school." Fleur shouted "Look what happened, the girls hated me and the boys lusted after me."

Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "What would you have me do?"

"Break that damned contract." Fleur said angrily. "Contact the Potter Lord and have him break it."

"Harry Potter is the last Potter alive. The last Lord Potter was Fleamont Potter who helped my father write the contract, and he is dead." Sebastian replied tiredly.

"So, that's it? We just give up?" Fleur asked.

"There is nothing to be done." Sebastian sighed.

Fleur jumped to her feet and stalked back up the stairs. Sebastian heard her door slam and shook his head tiredly. There was only one thing to do now and that was to have a glass of Scotch. Tomorrow Apolline and him would visit the Potter Heir to get a measure of him.

"I'm thinking of me and you go visit the Potter boy tomorrow Apolline." Sebastian told his wife.

Apolline raised an eyebrow at him. "Thinking of using me to test how the boy would react around Fleur are we?"

"I mean you can't fault me for my thinking now." Sebastian said sheepishly.

"It's a good plan." Apolline agreed.

"Then it's set then."


Two hours, it took two hours for Harry and Sirius to clean the living room. Since Harry couldn't use magic outside of school Sirius helped Harry clean the room the "Muggle Way." The two were currently sitting on the couch that sat in front of the fireplace relaxing their sore muscles.

"It'd be easier if we had a House-Elf." Sirius grumbled, wincing as he rubbed his sore arm.

"How do Muggles clean without magic?"

Harry snorted "I told you you didn't have to scrub the floor so hard."

"How else would I get the dust off the floor?" Sirius asked petulantly.

"Magic." Harry shrugged, "It would probably take you a couple of minutes to clean the whole house."

"True, but I wanted to make some memories." Sirius said somberly," I haven't been there for you like I should've been."

"I don't blame you for that, Sirius."

"Well, you should. Instead of taking care of you I went in search of revenge and got locked up." Sirius said, the haunted look that Azkaban had given him returned to his face. " 12 years of your life missed."

Harry, unsure of what to say, just patted Sirius on the back awkwardly. He however thought of the perfect way to cheer Sirius up.

"Did I ever tell you of how I managed to trick Lucius Malfoy into freeing his House-Elf?."

Sirius perked up, "No, how'd you manage that?"

"Back in my Second Year he gave Ginny Weasley a cursed diary that possessed her. Well, I put one of my socks in the diary and he pulled it out and tossed it to his elf by mistake."

Sirius burst out laughing "I'd love to have seen his face. I've never liked the bugger. By the way, what's the elf's name?"

"Oh, it's Dobby." Harry answered, fondly as he remembered the elf.

Crack,

"Harry Potter sir be calling Dobby?" The small elf asked excitedly, causing Sirius and Harry to jump violently.

"No." Harry said, confused. "How are you, Dobby?"

"Not good Harry Potter sir." Dobby said sadly, his long bat-like ears stopping a little. "Dobby is looking for work sir, but can't find any."

"Surely, it can be that bad." Sirius frowned, "Plenty of families would want another elf."

"Dobby be wanting pay sir"

"Ah, that would do it." Sirius nodded in understanding. "Tell you what Dobby, you can work for Harry here and I'll pay you."

"What?" Harry asked incredulously, "I don't agree to this."

"Oh come on Harry, the poor elf needs our help and we need the house cleaned." Sirius said, with the air of one plus one equals two.

Harry made the mistake of looking at Dobby for the elf had puppy dog eyes on full display. Harry just couldn't say no to that, and it was technically his fault Dobby had no job.

"Fine," Harry relented, "But I hope he charges you a lot."

Sirius pumped his first in the air and chanted "I win." Over and over.

Harry just rolled his eyes at his Godfather's childish antics. "How much do you want to get paid, Dobby?"

"A Galleon a month sir," Dobby excitedly squeaked.

"A Galleon?" Harry frowned, "That's not very much."

"Dobby doesn't want too much Harry Potter sir," Dobby explained, "Dobby likes working much better."

"Yeah but still." Harry said, uncertainty. "That's not a lot of money."

"Deal" Sirius interjected. "Now all you gotta do is accept him into the Potter House."

Harry felt a surge of annoyance at his Godfather's lack of care about the pay he was going to be giving Dobby. But the elf in question was beaming up at Sirius as if he was a holy deity.

"Um…how?" Harry asked.

"Just say 'I accept you into the House of Potter'." Sirius instructed.

"Dobby, I accept you into the House of Potter." Harry declared, although he felt a bit foolish for saying that out loud.

White shorts and shirt popped into existence after Harry's words. Dobby picked them up gingerly as though they were made of gold. The white shirt had the Potter crest stamped into the middle and they were a perfect fit for Dobby. Overwhelmed with emotion Dobby hugged Harry's leg.

"Thank you so much Harry Potter sir." Dobby sobbed

"No problem Dobby." Harry said, uncomfortably. "Please get off me."

Dobby stood back and looked up at Harry. " You is too kind to Dobby sir."

Harry checked the clock on the wall and cursed. It was 7 o'clock and Sirius and him were running late for dinner at the Tonks' residence.

"Dobby, Sirius and I are going to go to Aunt Andromeda's house for supper. If you could clean up the house please, that'd be great."

"Dobby understands sir." Dobby happily replied. The elf popped away, clearly eager to start cleaning up the house.

"Well, since the Floo ain't hooked up to the fireplace looks like we'll have to apparate." Sirius said jovially.

Harry groaned, he hated apparition in general. Not only was it uncomfortable but it made him want to throw up. The first time he did it he nearly puked on Sirius's new shoes.

"Sorry mate, but it's the quickest way." Sirius grinned, as he offered his arm to Harry.

Harry grimaced as he took the offered arm; the usual feeling of being forced down a very tight tube overcame him. Just when Harry thought he was going to suffocate he reappeared in the kitchen of the Tonks' household.

"Ah, you two are here." Andromeda said, "Fix your plates and eat.'

The two obediently did as they were told, fixing their plates and sitting down at their respective spots. Today's menu was roasted beef with mashed potatoes and corn on the cob. Harry was sitting next to Mr Tonks today.

"I heard about what happened today, Harry." Ted told Harry regretfully, "If you ever need to talk to someone you got us."

"Thank you." Harry said gratefully.

"But enough of that, tell me about your new house!"

Harry told him about what he thought about it and how he was looking forward to moving into it. Then the rest of the night was spent making light conversations, joking and generally just enjoying each other's company. Harry smiled for the first time since he got that Gringotts letter.

But all too soon the night came to a close. So Harry bid the others goodnight. He took a hot shower got in bed and went to sleep.

He was walking down a dirt path with two other people. He had a rather peculiar wand clutched in his right hand. It had knobs on it going all the way down the wand length and it emitted power. Harry rather liked the feeling.

"Are you sure you want to do this Antioch?"

Harry turned his head to the person who had spoken. It was Cadmus who had spoken and Harry chuckled at him. Poor Cadmus had always feared those he loved would die and leave him. But where they were headed, death awaited.

"Of course Cadmus, don't tell me you're turning yellow?" Harry asked jokingly.

Cadmus' face turned red "I ain't no coward if that's what you're thinking, I'm going home before you get us killed."

As Cadmus went on his way Harry turned to the young man next to him. "What about you little brother?"

Ignotus sighed "I'm afraid I must leave you too brother. What you're doing is foolish and unnecessary. Do what you have to then leave."

He too turned his own way and went away from Harry. They didn't understand this man he was going after not only stole from him, but others too. It was time he was put down like the dog he was.

With his destination in mind he continued on his path a little disappointed that his brothers would miss the power he now wielded. There would always be another time to show them. His dirt path slowly widened into a full cobblestone street bustling with people going about their Day.

His destination was in front of him a tavern that only wizards could see. He made his way in and waited for his target to arrive. As it was about midday and the man he was looking for wasn't due until another couple of hours so, Harry went to the bar and drank a couple tankards of mead.

The sun was just about to set when the man Harry was looking for walked in the door. By then he had drunk more than enough mead that he couldn't see straight but he wasn't overly concerned. He was gonna say his piece, kill the bastard then go home.

"Atticus, you thieving swine!" Harry bellowed, across the room.

The man now named Atticus turned to Harry with a sneer starting to form on his lips before he turned pale. He licked his lips nervously and seemed to shrink away from Harry the best he could.

P-P-Peverell," Atticus stuttered, " I hope you're not too mad at me for our last deal."

He chuckled nervously and Harry took pure pleasure in the fear that was growing on Atticus's face. Harry drew his wand and pointed it at Atticus. The man fumbled for his wand before pointing it at Harry.

"Finally acting like a man I see." Harry taunted, "You were always a coward."

"Gentlemen, please don't fight here, take it somewhere else." The barman pleaded.

It was then that Atticus made a sweeping motion with his wand and sent tables and chairs hurtling at Harry. Harry immobilized all the moving objects with a flock of his wand; he then transfigured the tables and chairs into daggers and sent them flying towards Atticus.

The bystanders scrambled to get as far away from the incoming daggers seeking the corners of the bar for refuge. Atticus hastily got behind a table that he flipped on its side. A couple embedded themselves into the table top while the others got stuck in the wall.

Atticus jumped up from behind his hiding place and started to throw random jinxes at Harry.

He snorted as he easily erected a shield and it blocked everything thrown at him.

"You can't win a battle with jinxes, boy" Harry laughingly shouted.

"SHUT UP!" Atticus yelled, he threw a sickly looking yellow spell at Harry.

A Bone Breaker Curse, Harry mused. Harry batted the spell back to its sender who erected a shield which promptly shattered. Harry shot a powerful Blasting Curse at Atticus's shield causing it to shatter on impact and making Atticus fall. Harry, not wasting any time shouted.

"Avada Kedavra."

The green spell sailed across the room and hit Atticus right in the chest. He fell backwards dead and Harry laughed.

"The fool never had a chance. Not while I wield the most powerful wand ever made. " Harry gloated to the room at large. "The Elder Wand makes me invincible."

Harry then turned his head to the side and threw up all his mead that he'd drunk. He was going to go home but in his condition he wouldn't make it there. So he swayed his way over to the innkeeper and tossed a bag of gold at him.

"For the damages and a room for the night."

As he went upstairs he never noticed a lone figure watching him from the corner of the room.

Harry got into bed and had barely fallen asleep when he heard footsteps next to and a slash of a blade and a pain in his throat.

He jerked awake clutching his throat. It was sore. He put it down to a muscle spasm and tried to go back to sleep. But what did these dreams mean?


August 1, 1994, 12 AM

Albus Dumbledore was humming to himself happily as he signed the last piece of paper for the night. The school year would start next month and it was a mad rush to get everything in order for the Triwizard. He had to check how many students he would have in 7th year from his school and the other schools that would be participating in the tournament.

He made sure to tell the teachers to warn their charges that any 7th year that entered did not do so lightly. Alas the youth would brush off the older generations warning in pursuit of fame and riches. Which is why he was glad that no one younger than seventeen would be able to enter.

At that moment a familiar snowy owl flew in through his window clutching a letter in her beak.

"Hello Hedwig," Dumbledore said happily, as he took the letter from her. It was from Sirius. He opened it and began to read. But the more he read the more disbelief he felt. Harry Potter was in a marriage contract. Dumbledore frowned at that. It was always against Fleamont beliefs that people could decide who their sons and daughters married.

Who was Harry to marry? Dumbledore checked the letter again. "Fleur Delacour." He said aloud.

That name sounded familiar to him for some reason. It was French for sure and he was sure he read it somewhere. He went through the names of the students that would be arriving from Beauxbatons and scanned through on the list, and sure enough Fleur Delacour was on the list.

He got up and went over to his fireplace, threw some Floo powder and called out "Sirius Black!" He waited for a minute before Sirius's head appeared in the flames.

"You called?" Sirius asked.

"Yes," Dumbledore said, "bring me that contract if you don't mind."

Another minute or so passed before the fireplace lit up and Sirius stepped through. Holding the contract and looking extremely worried.

"What's this about Albus?" Sirius asked.

"I merely wish to look at that contract and see if I can find any loopholes." Dumbledore explained.

Sirius handed over the contract to Dumbledore and waited. As Dumbledore read the contract the more he couldn't believe how unbreakable it was. The only way to break it was having the Potter Lord break it or if Harry died. But one thing was clear, Fleamont wrote this damnable thing with the hope of James and Lily not having a child until after the war with Voldemort.

Dumbledore bowed his head. "I'm sorry Sirius but there's nothing I can do."

"I don't blame you Albus," Sirius sighed," I only hope Harry and this Delacour girl can work things out."

"One can only hope." Dumbledore agreed.

"Thanks for trying Albus, but I'm going home now." Sirius sighed deeply.

Sirius took back the contract and stepped into the fireplace. In a flash of green he was gone leaving Dumbledore alone in the darkened room. He sighed, nothing has gone right since Harry Potter attended his school.

One year of normality was all that Albus was hoping for. He just hoped that hosting this tournament didn't come back to bite him in the arse later. He would have to send Harry a letter to see how he was doing. On that note Albus Dumbledore retired to bed feeling for the first time tonight all his 114 years of living.


Harry was nervously waiting at the Leaky Cauldron for the Delacour Patarich to arrive. He received a letter from him at breakfast asking to meet up with him. It was very short notice and had Harry on edge. He wished Sirius was here with him, but his godfather went to chat up someone he saw.

" 'Arry Potter?" A voice asked him. He looked up and saw Sebastian Delacour standing next to his table patiently. And on his arm was easily the most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen in his life. His eyes didn't linger on her though and they went straight back to looking at Sebastian.

"Yes sir." Harry replied, he was now feeling tremendous amounts of anxiety.

"So," Sebastian began, as he and his wife sat down. "The marriage contract, can you break it?"

"Not until I come of age." Harry sighed, "Please don't think I take any sort of pleasure out of this. If I could break the damn thing if I could. I never want to take someone's choice of who they want to be with away from them."

Sebastian pulled his wand out and cast multiple privacy charms around the table they were at. He leaned a bit forward to Harry and asked, "What do you know about Veela? Mr Potter."

"Er, I never heard of them to be honest." Harry said, causing Mr Delacour's eyebrows to raise a little at that.

"Truly?" Mr Delacour asked.

"There's a lot of things I don't know about the Wizarding World at large." Harry explained," I grew up with Muggles. Didn't even know I was a Wizard until I was eleven."

" 'Ow 'orrible." Mrs Delacour exclaimed softly.

Harry shrugged, "I'm not complaining, it worked out in the end."

Mr Delacour studied Harry intently looking between his wife and Harry. He smiled seeing that the young Potter boy wasn't affected by his wife's Allure.

"Back to the topic on hand," Mr Delacour patiently said, "Veela are creatures of the air and of fire but they look like normal have an Allure which draws in men to them. The strong minded men who are not affected by the Allure are often taken as Husbands. They will protect their family no matter the cost."

"Are you saying Fleur is a Veela?" Harry asked.

"Yes, and I'm most surprised to see you have no reaction to the Allure."

Harry frowned "What'd you mean?"

"I'm a Veela Monsieur Potter, I 'ave a very strong Allure." Explained Apolline patiently, " it's amazing to see you not look at moi in a trance even once."

"That's good right?" Harry asked.

Apolline nodded, "It also 'elps with your chances of getting to know my daughter better. She is stubborn to a fault. It will do her good to talk to someone immune to her Allure."

"Now how about we have lunch!" Mr Delacour declared energetically.

Mr Delacour took down the privacy charms he had put up and went to get some food. Leaving Harry with Apolline who felt very uncomfortable around her. Mr Delacour came back with Sirius in tow and the two were laughing at a joke Sirius told. As they all sat down together Harry couldn't help but feel everything was going to work out okay in the end.

An: Well, another chapter is done. It took longer than expected but I hope you enjoy the latest installment of this book. Tell me what you thought please.