A/N: This is fleur's fifth year at Bauxbatons so it is right before the tri-wizard tournament. This has nothing to do with the books. I just thought it would be interesting if this actually happened, and if it did it would make her a stronger competitor in the tournament. All right this is my first fanfic so if you have any constructive criticism that would be great. I would really appreciate the help. In addition, if you have any ideas for this writing please let me know, I am open to suggestions. All right here we go. This chapter is quite slow, not much action. The next couple of chapters really pick up. Thanks for your support.
Histiore' De Francais
Fleur Delacour was sitting in her dormitory of Bauxbatons Academy and silently looking up at the very lofty ceiling. She was finally back at school again after having endeared a very long and boring summer holiday.
The only company she really had was that of her sister Gabrielle. She wasn't very happy either at the thought of putting her in a class she did not chose. She was stuck with it because she had not gotten her forms in on time. The class she got stuck with was called Histiore' De Francais.
Apparently there was some sort surprise that was going to make this class largely different from the other classes. She did not have this class until that later that afternoon. Fleur sat up in her bed as she noticed that the sun was coming in through the window.
"Oh, I suppose that I need to get up and make sure that all my school work is in place." she said as she made for the restroom. She went through the usual morning routine, and finally she was ready.
The day went on without anything unusual happening. Finally the moment arrived when she came to the histiore' De Francais, class she wasn't looking forward to
. When she entered the class room she noticed there weren't many people there. "Good afternoon class." said Monsieur Andre' De Gaulle. The man that stood in front of them was of average height and his hair was long but not unreasonably so. It was combed back over his head and the presence of gel was visibly noticed
. His eyes were brown and perfectly proportioned to his face and the rest of his features. He could not be anymore than 25 years old. "I will be your advanced histiore' de Francais instructor. I know this is a small class so you all will be given special attention so I expect you all to maintain at least a B average or I will immediately contact your parents."
He said with a serious look in his eye. "As you know this is normally a class taught to muggle children, but since this is an elective I don't think it will matter." Fleur sat thinking to herself that this will be a very boring class. She really didn't care for history of magic so, she thought, what would make this class any different just learning about muggle's history and how they interact with each other.
"They interact with each other fine. Why do I need to know about it" she said under her breath but not silent enough. "I heard that um… Miss Delacour. One hours detention" "Now let's get right to it shall we. Who here has heard of Germany?" he said to the class after chastising Fleur.
All of the class raised their hands because the country was directly to their east. "Good, good, I thought that you all would know that." "Now who hear has ever heard of a man named Adolph Hitler.? " I know who he is. My mother told me about him because she said my grandfather fought in a war against him. She said that he was an extremely evil man and is said to rival the wickedness of even the darkest wizards, of course in the muggle world." said a girl sitting in the back of the class.
She had a youthful face with long dark hair. Her complexion was dark like she had spent her summer in the sun in Italy. Fleur looked at her and she had the distinct impression that this girl was some how trying to compete with her. Most of her classes that she chose had little or no boys in them to keep them from getting distracted by her veela charm. She had no grounds for this feeling of course, but she still could not help but to think it.
"Correct, um…mademoiselle Caprice, completely correct. Did you mother tell you anything else about Hitler of Germany?" He said with an inquisitive look. "No, she did not, she said it really had nothing to do with my magical studies and said to leave the subject alone." "I see. Well anyway splendid work, splendid indeed. This class will have meaning to you then."
He said as he turned back to the chalk board. Fleur looked back at her and swore that she was smiling at her. "All right, the year is 1939. Adolph Hitler has amassed an army the he intends to use to destroy Europe. He has already broken the treaty of Versailles by amassing an army and rearming Germany. He has taken the Sudetenland and is poised to attack Poland. He-"
"Monsieur, if he was doing all this, why were the muggle's letting him do it. It seems anyone in their right mind would see what he is doing, and besides, where is the magical community during all this?" said a gaudy looking girl up in the front of the class.
"Well the muggle governments did not want to go to war because of something called the first world war. The treaty of Versailles ended the war by limiting Germany's military power. As for the wizard community, there a few spells that can actually kill, one being the unforgivable curse, avada kedavra. The muggle's meaning for war is to actually kill each other. If we had entered the war we would be extremely under armed and manpower would also be a problem. Long story short, when the war started most wizards and wizards either left the country or did nothing at all."
"Those are really good questions though." Fleur took out her note book and started to take notes. Just because she did not enjoy the class does not mean that she should not try her hardest, besides, if she brought home a less than perfection grade in any class her mother would not be very pleased.
They spent the rest of the day talking about the start and causes of the Second World War. By the end of the class they had gotten to the holocaust of the Jewish race. They then had to spend five minutes explaining what religion to the muggle's was.
This was not a regular history class so they could show more violent and unpleasant photos than would a regular French history class. "Now class, I know these pictures are rather grotesque but I think that you should see them and know that this could very well happen in the wizarding world as well, especial since he-who-should-not-be-named was ever to regain power again. The class ended and all the students were sauntering off to the dining hall when Fleur's friend Clarice came running up to her.
" So, how do you like the Histoire' De Francais class?' she said looking at her in a joking manner. " I really don't like it at all. This is really a muggle class and we should not even have to have it as an elective class. The instructor keeps reminding us that what we are studying now could very well happen in the wizarding world and "we should be prepared" and every thing. I do have to say though he is rather handsome, if only he didn't teach such a mindless subject." said Fleur very exasperatedly.
"Well at least you have some eye candy, but wait, isn't he affected by the veela charm of yours?" "Now that you mention it, he did not show any outward signs of it, as a matter of fact he basically ignored me and paid more attention to that tart, Caprice." said Fleur with disgust.
"Actually you never told me what you were studying." said Clarice. "We are studying some thing called the Second World War. What gets me is; how can the whole world be at war? And second, Can you believe there was a number one. You would think Muggles would learn their lesson."
"Well I vaguely remember my maman mentioning something about it, wait maybe it was some show on T.V." said Clarice, deeply pondering the thought. The girls presently made their way into the dining hall and sat down. There were low murmurs of how summer vacation went and all the usual talk. The noise went suddenly silent as their head mistress, Madame Maxime, walked into the room.
At the first sign of her presence, all the students stood out of a sign of respect. They then waited for their head mistress to take her seat, and then they all sat back down looking up at her, waiting for her to make her opening comments.
Madame Maxime was a very tall woman. She obviously had some giant in her because of her height. She was easily ten feet tall and all of the rest of her was easily in proportion but compared to the students and other staff, she looked like a child among her toys.
"Zis is a very special opportunity for ze young students to be able to take eelective classees zis year. I vould like to sank all of zee members of zee school board for making zis a posobilitee. Wisz zat, I vould like to begin ze dining, Bon apatite."
She said as the plate in front of them was magically filled with all sorts of goodies. le piosson, le puolet, among other things. "So did André, I mean, Professor De Gaulle give you any homework?" asked Clarice in between mouthfuls of chicken. "No and I'm glad too." she said. "You know I'm not really hungry, I think I'm just going to go to my room and lay down." said Fleur as she got up and went to her dormitory.
The hours turned into days and the days turned into weeks. It had been three weeks since her fist lesson in Histiore De Francais class. She had learned to make it a little more bearable when in this afternoons class Monsieur De Gaulle said something that got everybody's attention.
"All right class I believe you know enough to understand what we are going to do next. All right, who can remember that at the beginning of the year I said there was going to be a surprise that would make this class unlike any other?" he said as he looked at the class. Caprice raised her hand with great enthusiasm. I think that she really enjoys this class thought Fleur to herself.
As I promised there is a surprise and if you'll allow me we shall get to it right away." he said as he took out his wand. "Right class gather round her in the middle, don't be shy now come on." he said as he ushered the class into a circle. He had them all hold hands and Fleur was the lucky one who was instructed to hold his.
She turned a light shade of red as he asked her to do so. With a loud shout he said "Replicate!" and the classroom turned into a swirling vortex of blues, greens, and reds until they finally landed in a city left in ruins. They looked around and noticed they were in the town of Versailles, because they could tell by the buildings.
Once they got a better look the whole world seemed to have a gloomy grey aura about it. When they got a better look of the buildings they noticed that they were not really buildings but the empty shells of them. The street was littered with what could only be the fragments of the buildings they stood by. "Everyone, everyone please gather round. If you have not already noticed we are in the town of Versailles in the year 1943. We are right in the middle of the Second World War.
Now I assure you that as long as you stick with me there will be no danger involved, However if you misbehave in anyway you will be sent back to Bauxbatons. Is that understood?" he asked the students. "But monsieur, what of our parents don't they need to know, I don't recall us ever contacting them for their consent." said Caprice. "Good question. All of your parents have been contacted and all have consented. If they had not then you would have been contacted by Madame Maxime, and put into an alternative class.
Now all of us have agreed that this is entirely up to you. You may go back to Bauxbatons now if you do not want to be here. Let it be known though that if you stay you can get hurt if you don't follow strict instruction. We are after all in the middle of a Muggle war." he said. "But Monsieur, what about our other classes don't we have to keep up with them?" again Caprice. "We will only spend our class time here for a couple of weeks. Then I plan on having and end of term month long excursion. Do not be worried, your exams will be excused but they will resume next term."
He let the students have time to decide what to do and that narrowed the remaining few down to about seven. "All right every one we are going to stay in this building here for today. I want you all to take notes on what you see." Said Monsieur De Gaulle.
Fleur had decided to stay because she thought that is what her mother would want her to do, so did that little tart Caprice. Just then a man came stumbling along around the corner. He was not dressed like anything they had ever seen before. He had on dark green pants and a dark green jacket. He had a belt and some suspenders holding what looked like a bag, a knife, a canteen, and two sets of three pouches along the front. He had on what looked like a can that was cut into a weird shape on his head. Upon closer inspection the "can" looked to have had an eagle with its wings outstretched and it was holding some sort of square object that was tilted on its side. Then it came to them, He was one of the muggle soldiers that was fighting for Adolph Hitler.
Once he noticed the girls he brought his rifle up and pointed it at them. "Achtung! Achtung!" he yelled again shaking his rifle. "Oh not to worry girls" said Monsieur De Gaulle "Wingaurdium Leviosa!" he yelled and the soldier was in the air. He then slammed him against the side of a building and effectively knocked him out. He then said "obliviate" to erase the young mans memory. "Don't worry girls he will be fine. He'll wake up to find that he just tripped on a rock and hit himself on the head." With that he assured them into the magically enchanted building so they could record their observations.
Pvt. Hienrich Von Richton was walking along his patrol. He was not more than 16 having been enlisted as a private in the Volkstrum Wermacht, Hitler jugund division. He came to the building that he had been at only ten minutes before and found nothing, he was sure he would not find anything again. Just as he was walking around the corner he noticed there were about seven girls no more than 15 standing around a man in the middle.
All of the girls were wearing blue robes it looked like. The man was wearing what was normally fashionable for the day. The girls all looked at him and they seemed to have had an expression of shock on their faces like they had never seen a man before. Out of all the girls he noticed one in particular, she was on the other side of the group, which made it seem all the more unlikely that he would notice her but still he did.
She had a head of long flowing silvery hair and her face was one of innocence, even if it looked somewhat annoyed to have been there. He caught himself and quickly raised his rifle to try and take control of the situation. "Achtung!" he shouted hoping that they would understand. When they made no move however he repeated his command. "Achtung!" just then the man came forth and said something that he did not understand.
Then he woke with a start. Breathing heavily he noticed that he was in the field hospital. It must have all been a dream. He must have been on patrol and a grenade or something land near him to knock him unconscious. He lay back down and thought about it some more but it was probably just a dream so he went to bed.
A/N: All right guys what you think. I know this is kind of weird but I just thought it would be kind of cool to do. I have been making this up the whole time because we do not meet Fleur until she is in her sixth or seventh year, I'm not sure, and is the tri-wizard champion. I intend to have more action later on but please bear with me on it. Also I do not own Fleur, Bauxbatons, or anything that has to do with Harry potter. I do however own Caprice, André De Gaulle, Hienrich Von Richton, and Clarice. Thanks all and Read and review please. I have just fixed the paragraph and grammar problem to the best of my ability. I hope you all can understand it.