I apologize for the late upload. I'm currently working two fulltime jobs, going to the gym as often as possible, still skateboarding, spending a much time as possible with friends and that leaves very little time to work on this story. I'm very much enjoying writing my first story ever and I appreciate the positive feedback and constructive criticism.
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Chapter 6
Breakfast was always delicious at Hogwarts. Today was no different. As it was Saturday, not as many students came to breakfast, choosing instead to sleep in and either wait for lunch or grab a late snack from the kitchens.
Harry had arrived a little after seven am, much too excited about the chamber of secrets and couldn't stay in bed any longer. Filling his plate with bacon, eggs, and toast he began to dig in when the morning post showed up.
Hedwig landed in front of Harry with two letters attached to her leg, but as usual wouldn't let him take them without petting and giving her attention till she was happy. Once the snowy owl was satisfied and had been given the usual sacrifice of one bacon strip per letter she allowed Harry to take them from her. Relieved of her burden, Hedwig hopped onto Harry's shoulder to seemingly read his letters with him.
Could she actually read? Or did she simply want to be included?
She was probably smart enough to read, but if he asked her she would probably slap him with her wing or peck his head again, so he kept his questions to himself.
The first letter was from Strongtooth agreeing to the meeting Sunday at five pm also saying he might have a bit of information for him but it could wait for the meeting. The second letter was a reply from Madam bones. The reply was simple, saying to come to her office at some point and she would make time, or make a specific appointment. After reading it he decided to pay a visit either today if he wasn't in the chamber too long, or tomorrow before meeting Strongtooth.
The rest of breakfast was spent reading his elemental book and petting Hedwig. Around nine thirty he packed up his book and said goodbye to his owl as she flew off, Harry then made his way to the second floor bathroom, the one Myrtle liked to haunt and flood.
Harry only had to wait five minutes before both professors McGonagall and Flitwick arrived.
"Good morning mister Potter" McGonagall's greeting was calm but Harry could see she was tense, probably nervous about the chamber and what lies in it.
"Yes, a very good morning" Flitwick's reply was much more bubbly. He was obviously excited about the adventure to be had, so much so he was actually bouncing on his toes just a bit.
"Good Morning professors. Are we ready to go?" Harry asked but he was also excited to see what else was in the chamber.
"Just a moment mister Potter" it was McGonagall that spoke up. "Before we go in I would like to make something clear. We are going with you to make sure it's safe, and if we say it is too dangerous then we leave, if we say run or shield or hide you do it. Am i clear?"
Harry took a second to think about it. It made sense to him they were there to keep him safe after all. Even if he was still apprehensive about both teachers he still was warming up to the cat animagus and figured he would give Flitwick a chance. "Yes mam" he replied before entering the girls' lavatory.
Walking up to the sink he spoke "Open" in parseltongue and it sunk into the floor to expose the great pipe in the floor leading to blackness.
"Harry. I know you didn't use it last time. But my offer still stands"
Harry immediately knew the voice of Myrtle and heard her giggle and the splash that followed was her diving into her toilet. He did his best trying to keep a straight face remembering her offer from second year.
"What offer mister Potter?" McGonagall asked
"Um she said before if i died down there she would share her toilet with me" harry couldn't stop the blush from showing up on his cheeks and professor Flitwick actually laughed out loud and McGonagall didn't know what to say.
In order to escape his embarrassment Harry jumped down the pipe.
M.A.
"Merlin's beard!"
Harry had never heard McGonagall speak like that before and it was currently much more shocking than the dead basilisk that for some reason still wasn't decomposing. Was it the chamber or the corps itself? They are both magical after all.
At the cave in McGonagall had transfigured the collapsed rocks into a beautiful archway and in the process had explained to Harry what she was picturing, and in what order. Had she simply moved the rocks more may have collapsed. In order to prevent that she first fused all the rocks into one then molded them into a sturdy arch.
When the group had come across the first shed skin by the door to the main chamber professor Flitwick actually shot a couple spells at it out of fright. Though they splashed harmlessly against the magical resistant hide, Harry thought it was kind of funny and didn't bother telling them the actual body was easily twice the size. He wanted to see their reactions and they both gave pretty good ones.
There in front of the trio lay the dead beast. Over sixty feet long, dark green almost black scales that still glinted in the torch light. Its eyes are still a scratched bloody mess from Fawkes. The distance between its eyes is easily three, maybe four feet. All its teeth looking sharp and deadly like it was about to come alive and bite at any moment, save for one small gap where one was missing. The one that now lay a little ways away on the floor in a stain of black ink.
McGonagall cursed and used Merlin's name, then proceeded to mumble something about twelve year olds and swords, things being played down, and ridiculous Gryffindor tendencies shortening her lifespan.
Flitwick was frozen. Not moving an inch, like his brain was having trouble seeing what was in front of him. The large mouth of the now dead king of snakes could have easily eaten the diminutive professor in a single bite, for Harry to fight this thing without even a wand and unable to even look at his foe until its eyes were dealt with? Flitwick almost couldn't get his head around it.
It was Flitwick who spoke first. "Have you claimed it yet? If not you should talk to the goblins about having it harvested."
Harry nodded and made a mental note to ask Strongtooth at their meeting tomorrow.
It took a few moments for both professors to get their bearings after coming face to face with the dead beast, but soon they were both casting detection spells that Harry had no clue what they were for. Yellows, blues, and greens came from the pair of wands while Harry watched curiously until eventually McGonagall dropped her wand arm down and declared the large room safe. Every room and hall on the way to the current chamber was the same.
Harry personally wasn't expecting the detection spells to actually reveal anything harmful. After all, why trap something this hidden and exclusive? You had to be a parselmouth just to enter, and from what he knew it was a hereditary gift.. So wouldn't this be a family place? Or something you want your descendants to find? They couldn't do that if it was trapped with wards that may kill.
On that thought, where did his ability to talk to snakes come from? Did Voldemort somehow pass it to him? Dumbledore did say something about the dark wizard transferring some of his power to him. Can it even be done like that? To simply copy it to someone else? Or is it truly hereditary and somewhere down the line in his family had it? Maybe on the Potter side? Maybe when his dad married his mom it put enough new blood to awaken old gifts in the bloodline?
What can you do as a parselmouth? Just talk to snakes? Or were there other applications?
Harry was lost in thought and almost didn't catch professor McGonagall trying to get his attention.
"Harry? Are you alright?" concern was evident in her voice.
Giving his head a shake to rid it of his thoughts he replied. "Hmm? Yes I'm fine, just lost in thought. There is something I don't get. If this is a secret chamber, like a secret base, then why is there no study room? No library? Small kitchen? A bedroom to stay in? Other entrances to different parts of the castle? Or even a washroom?" Harry motioned with his arm at the large main chamber room. "What's the point of having this large room if all you're going to do is put a bunch of statues of snakes and one of yourself?"
McGonagall considered Harry's words while Flitwick continued to look around.
"Without knowing the purpose of this chamber I can't say for sure. However, I can say this would be a very good place to practice magic once the remains are dealt with. That being said if you do discover anything new I implore you to come to professor Flitwick or myself. Is that acceptable mister Potter?"
Was she giving permission for him to use the chamber when he wanted? It sounded like it.
A place to study magic in peace and all he had to do was get rid of a corpse and mention if he discovered anything else about the chamber?
"Yes mam" Harry almost too eagerly replied.
The rest of the time exploring the chamber with the professors was rather uneventful. The large statue of Salazar himself was empty, save for bones and remains of shed skin. It looked like nothing more than the nesting place of the basilisk. The few pipes leading from the chamber just lead to the actual plumbing of the castle, disappointing but not unexpected, they were pipes after all.
The only other eventful thing was when the trio attempted to leave the chamber they came back to the pipe they slid down from the girls washroom and realized they were a bit stuck. Harry thought about it for a moment. Why make a chamber you couldn't get out of?
Commanding stairs in parseltongue a doorway appeared beside the pipe they slid down and revealed stairs.
It wasn't until later that night when Harry was in his bed he had the thought of commanding something to open in the chamber. He groaned out loud. It was so obvious. When he was thinking of different uses for parseltongue earlier he totally forgot it can be used as a password. That's How he opened the chamber and how he got the stairs to appear. Why not other rooms in the chamber itself?
It was so simple Harry could have hit himself for not thinking of it earlier.
M.A.
Sunday morning came and Harry's day started off well. He woke up feeling good with no nightmares. He was the first one from his dorm to the showers and took as long as he wanted with no one complaining. Having a large breakfast and planning out his day Harry didn't even notice other students showing up in the great hall.
First he would visit madam Bones around ten, maybe eleven, then he would have most of the day to spend in Diagon alley before his appointment with Strongtooth at five. Harry was lost in thought having just finished his meal when his thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice that he had hoped to avoid for at least another day.
"Oi, Potter! Don't you need a wand to attend this school?"
The entire hall went silent to watch the interaction. Harry had just stood from the table and turned around to see Flint standing towards the head table and Pucey a slytherin chaser and Derrick a beater for the team standing towards the door towards the great hall.
A clear message that the way was blocked.
Facing Flint and having the two others to his back, Keeping a calm voice Harry replied. "Well a wand is in the list of things for first years, so I'd suspect one is needed for class. Now if you don't mind I have things I need to do today. Could you please move?"
"Are you stupid Potter? I won't move for you. I'm here to make you admit you cheated to get into the tournament."
"Well in that case I'd like to wish you good luck getting the general population of this castle to listen. I'm sure we both know they're rather fickle when it comes to truth, lies, and rumors. Though the guests from other schools might listen.'' Neither admitting he cheated or he was innocent with his statement Harry looked at the other tables where the Beauxbatons were sitting with the Ravenclaws and the Durmstrang were with the Slytherins. All students seemed to be looking at him and the three Slytherins surrounding him.
"Do I need to throw you down some more stairs again to make you admit it? Or did the landing from the first fall scramble your brains?"
"Then you admit it was you who sent me down the stairs?" Harry asked calmly and took a second to look at the head table. Neither McGonagall or Flitwick were there but Dumbledore certainly was and Snape as well as Sprout. The latter two had matching smirks where Dumbledore just looked curious.
Snape was understandable. He had always hated Harry so having him in a predicament because of his Slytherins would always make Snape smirk. Sprout thought Harry was taking Cedric's thunder and attention so she was probably excited Harry might get taken down a peg in front of all three schools. Dumbledore was a mystery. Harry couldn't tell what was going on in the aged wizard's mind.
Flint's next words were a tad shocking to Harry. "Well of course it was me, and if you don't admit you cheated for the attention or glory" Flint made a show of drawing his wand from his robes. Harry eyed the staff table to see none of them had moved at all. The headmasters Maxime and Karkaroff both looked uncomfortable but neither made any movements to stop it.
Were they just going to allow this to happen? In front of all three schools?
"I'll do it again and make sure it sticks so i can reunite you with your mudblood mother."
A couple gasps were heard throughout the hall. Harry started to chant in his own head.
-he admitted it was him. Just make it to Madame Bones. He admitted it was him. Just make it to madam Bones-
A small weight seemed to slowly build in the hall, almost like being underwater and slowly sinking further down. It wasn't heavy yet but it was definitely there and growing.
"Well I appreciate the offer as I haven't seen my mother in some time, but I do have a couple appointments to keep today so I will have to decline. Though I suspect you plan on cursing me Seeing as there are no stairs nearby." Harry finished his sentence gesturing to Flint's wand.
"Diffindo!" No hesitation at all as Flint raised his wand and cast the severing charm at Harry's head. With seeker quick reflexes Harry tilted his head to avoid the charm, however the edge of it nicked him.
Silence filled the hall as blood trickled down Harry's cheek and the pressure in the room continued to grow in weight. Harry looked around once more. The only movement was Madame Pomfrey attempting to stand and Snape grabbing her shoulder to stay there. Bringing his eyes towards the Gryffindor table to see his old friends, a small piece of innocence died in Harry.
Ron looked like he wanted to be there helping Flint, grinning at the whole thing and not even hiding it. Where Hermione was sitting elbows on the table her hands supporting her head, looking rather invested in it all, with a small smirk threatening to grow large on her lips.
Cups, plates, and utensils nearby started to vibrate as the pressure continued to grow in weight. Some of the students weaker in magic, especially younger ones with underdeveloped cores started to have difficulties breathing, like the air was thick.
One person. A single person in a full room is all that wants to help me but even they are being prevented.
Something small broke within Harry in that moment.
"A push down some stairs and a cutting charm? I'm sure a first year could come up with more imaginative ways of killing me." Harry's voice came out monotone and uncaring. "Wanna try again?" Harry offered making eye contact with Flint.
Marcus Flint paused. For one moment his gut told him to stop, leave while you still can, but he ignored the feeling. If Flint would have known what was going to happen next he would have listened to his gut feeling. Staring into Harry's eyes while they seemed to almost glow with power was definitely cause for concern, but he ignored it. Why should he be scared of a fourth year who didn't even have a wand?
Flint once again raised his wand to cast the severing charm.
"diff-"
Harry was done.
Done chanting in his head that he just needed to get to Madame Bones.
Done hoping someone would step in.
Done being a punching bag.
Done acting like it didn't affect him.
But most of all Harry Potter was done sitting by and holding in his temper.
So when Flint went to cast the second severing charm Harry just allowed himself to react. Taking one large step forward with his left leg and closing the distance to Flint, Harry brought his right foot up as hard as he could directly into his would-be tormentor's crotch.
Every male in the hall did at least one if not more of three things. The first is wince. The second is to place their hands on their laps. The third is to cross their legs in some tiny hope that would never happen to them.
Harry thought about leaving it all there and leaving for his appointments. In the silence that followed his kick Flint's eyebrows knitted in anger almost meeting on his brow. In that moment of silence Harry did something not a single person in the entire room might have expected.
Harry smiled, reached up with his right hand and grabbed the left side of Flint's head and with all the force he could muster slammed it into the Gryffindor table. There was an audible crunch and Harry didn't know if it was the table or Flint, and in that moment Harry could say he honestly didn't care as he brought his tormentor's head up and brought it down and smashed it against the table a second time.
Then a third.
The three schools watched as Harry looked into Flint's eyes once more to see that fire of defiance was no longer there. Maybe the message had sunk in? Or maybe he was losing consciousness. Only time would tell.
"POTTER!" Snape stood up and yelled. "One Hundred points from Gryffindor and one months detention for attacking another student!"
Harry looked at Snape and let Flint's limp body flop to the floor, who let out a groan. Without looking away from Snape Harry asked "What makes you think I care about points or that I would even show up to your detentions?"
Dumbledore stood "mister Potter, I must ask that you cease hurting mister Flint at once"
Harry looked directly at the old wizard and kicked Flint as hard as he could in the ribs. The snap that followed easily reached the head table.
"What was it you said headmaster? While I was lying in the hospital wing with a fractured skull, broken arm and ribs from him" Harry gestured to Flint "throwing me down stairs? Just. A. Prank" Emphasizing each word as the two maintained eye contact. "I've heard nothing about him losing points, or detention, or even a slap on the wrist. Then he stands before every one and admits he tried to kill me, threatens to kill me, then attempts it, and you all do nothing?! So by that logic I could simply press here" stepping his foot on Flint's throat and putting enough weight to block the airflow Harry asked in an eerie calm voice "and it becomes a prank gone wrong right? An accident?" Flint's eyes were now wide as he tried desperately to remove Harry's foot with his hands, but after his beating had no strength to do so.
For a few seconds the hall was quiet except for Flint's struggles before Albus Dumbledore looked down at his food. Thinking fast and trying to get back into Harry's good graces the aged wizard replied "I'm sorry you heard that mister Potter"
Harry couldn't help it. He gave a small laugh. "You're sorry I heard it? Not that you said it or that you've done nothing to fix it? Just that I heard it right? Then I'm guessing you're not sorry about Quirrell, the troll, the stone, the spiders, basilisk, diary, deranged mad men, dementors, werewolves, bigots, hateful tormenting teachers who can't even teach, or anything that happens in this school? Do you even care? This place is a joke. You're the worst headmaster and educator I've even heard of. I wonder how many other students you have failed. Probably hundreds. If it wasn't for the tournament I'd leave right now and never come back. If things don't change and I survive the tournament you can expect me out of here the moment it's done."
The two visiting headmasters were following along pretty well until Harry started to talk about basilisks and dementors and other things. Confusion marked their faces and a great deal many students and even other teachers. Apparently the great Albus Dumbledore wasn't telling people about the goings ons in the castle and from some of the looks on the teachers faces there would be a few questions coming his way.
Harry lifted his foot from Flint's throat and the older teenager gulped in air, clearly desperate for it.
"I wasn't kidding about appointments" Harry said and turned to leave, coming face to face with the two Slytherin goons having completely forgotten about them.
"Would you two kindly let me pass?" Harry asked calmly but with little hope the two goons actually would. Not surprising anyone in the slightest, they didn't.
What was a surprise was that neither goon thought to use their wand. Derric being a beater was larger then Pucey though that didn't mean he was bright. Derric charged at Harry, both arms extended as if to grab him. Harry simply leaned to the side bracing himself on the Gryffindor table and left his foot out to trip the bigger boy letting him fall onto his friend who groaned out in more pain. Derric attempted to help Flint while Harry turned his attention to Pucey.
The thinner Slytherin seemed to pause as Harry stood himself back up from the table. They both stared at each other, Harry silently willing Pucey to just let him pass while the slytherin seemed to debate with himself before lunging towards the much shorter teen.
Time seemed to slow as Harry watched the other boy approach. The Slytherin chaser went for a single punch but with time seeming to move pretty slow because of Harry's adrenaline, he easily side stepped it and retaliated with his own fist. Harry's fist connected with the older boy's throat causing him to grab it trying to breathe.
Four. That's how many steps towards the door Harry had taken before Snape made it to the end of the aisle by the head table.
"Potter! One hundred more points and another month worth of detention for attacking more students!" Snapped almost screamed to Harry's back while the teen walked towards the doors.
Harry didn't break his stride and said clearly even though he was trying his best to keep his anger in check. "Still don't care about points and wont go to your detentions."
"You insolent whelp!"
Gasps crossed the hall and Harry felt magic swirl from behind him. Flicking his wrist, catching his wand as practiced, he spun around, drew a counterclockwise circle pulling his wand towards himself and mumbled "Repercutio" and pushed his wand forward in the circle he previously made.
It was a shield Harry had read and studied in his book recently. It can reflect magic but not solid objects but only makes a shield the size of a dinner plate, and the shield itself only lasts about a second. The amount of magic it can reflect depends on the casters strength and the strength of the spell being reflected, if the caster doesn't match or over power the spell being reflected the shield will break. Extremely powerful spells will break it and the unforgivables will also break through.
If there was one thing Harry wasn't worried about it was under powering the shield as he still overpowered everything. He knew that he still needed a lot of practice and he knew that using his wand would be dangerous for those around him, potentially lethal even. That was the reason he lashed out with physical violence against Flint and his cronies.
Snape's spell flew directly at Harry's chest, right towards the shield and the instant it connected it was rebound on the exact same path it came from. Streaming down the aisle back towards its caster it connected with Snape's shoulder leaving a gouge the circumference of a soup spoon.
Snape looked murderous as his wand arm hung limply at his side barely managing to cling to his wand while blood seeped from the hole directly through his shoulder.
"Attacking someone from behind? One supposed to be your student? One assumed to be wandless? And you use a spell that's potentially lethal?" Harry placed his wand back in his wrist holsters with a flick and turned towards the headmaster.
"No comment? Your staff just attacked your student while you watched and you made no move to stop it? No shield? No fancy magic? Let's just watch and see if Harry Potter dies right? Greatest living wizard? Sounds like bullshit to me"
Dumbledore frowned and opened his mouth to speak but someone beat him to it.
"Harry! How could you speak to the headmaster like that?"
It was someone he was still avoiding. Hermione spoke up as she stood up. Anger strewn across her normally pretty face.
"Only my friends get to call me Harry. Seeing as you're not on that very exclusive list I'll warn you once not to do so" Harry turned to madam Pomfrey and as he did so the pressure in the room dissipated to only a fraction of what it was a moment ago. "I apologize for giving you more work, but I won't complain if you finish your meal before helping any of them" Harry gestured to Flint and Snape and with that finally, Harry left the great hall.
The moment the doors closed the pressure in the room finally broke and returned to normal. Many of the younger students gulped in air finally able to breathe without the weight of magical pressure on them.
The entire ordeal took less than five minutes but to the staff and students in the hall it almost seemed like an eternity.
The moment the raven haired teen left the hall Madame Pomfrey was rushing around the tables to start her duties and tend to the wounded. The entire hall was quiet save for the medwitch for an entire twenty seconds. Then the whispering started and grew into full blown shouting.
Dumbledore did nothing. He sat back down lost in thought about what Harry had said.
Worst headmaster? Bullshit being the greatest living wizard? Worst educator? Failing students? Was there truth behind what the young Potter spoke? Just because the boy had to die because a part of Voldemort was in him doesn't mean he is wrong..
Perhaps I do need to step up and act as I should.
Dumbledore surveyed the scene before him steepling his hands together. Students from all schools talked among themselves, many of the teachers were shocked to the point they just sat there while their food went cold. The school medwitch attended Flint while Severus stood waiting patiently for his turn to be looked at.
Severus, what did Harry call you? A hateful tormenting teacher who can't even teach. Perhaps you will be the first to know of change.
Thinking about his plans to manipulate Harry into being a martyr in order to end Tom Riddle in the long run, maybe he had forgotten to keep up with his other duties. Keeping Harry in the dark about his heritage. Testing Harry with the stone, the basilisk, keeping Sirius from being proclaimed innocent, and now letting Harry into the tournament. It all takes time, effort and planning.
As his guardian Dumbledore could have vetoed Harry participating, but instead he allowed it. It was also rather obvious that Moody was an imposter, drinking from his flask every few hours, but who, and what purpose they had in entering Harry into the tournament, Dumbledore still didn't yet know. Yet he allowed it all to happen.
-"do you even care?"- it was a simple question, but it had a deep impact on the aged headmaster. One that would bounce around in head head for a while and have a rather large impact in the future.
M.A.
Professor McGonagall sat in her office on this chilly November morning trying to get ahead in grading essays. It wasn't something she particularly cared for but she decided to do it so she could try and help out Harry with their next magic session. The head of Gryffindor had been up since six and had started grading papers just after and planned on having brunch instead of breakfast. McGonagall was in the middle of some third year essays when she felt a trickle of magic.
It started slow and started to build with intensity. Bit by bit it grew heavy, the weight increasing by the moment as if the air itself was getting thicker and heavier. Was an older student practicing wards making area effects? Or possibly trying to create a new spell?
It wasn't unheard of but sometimes things go astray so if possible the teachers liked to supervise.
Professor McGonagall sat and did her best to feel the magic and as it reached its peak like a slap in the face she realized who it belonged to. All thoughts of essays had left her mind as she left her desk and was out the door as fast as her legs would take her. The moment she opened the door to the hall McGonagall transformed into her cat form and ran down the hall knowing this form would be faster.
The transfiguration classroom was on the ground floor and following the direction of the pressure it soon became clear that it was coming from the great hall. Between her classroom and the great hall was only two turns and lots of hallway, not a single stair to slow her down so she ran as fast as her cat legs would take her.
The moment McGonagall arrived at the Great hall she shifted back to her human form and opened the doors to the great hall to what seemed like chaos.
Students from all schools seemed to be shouting, teachers attempted to calm them madam Pomfrey was currently pulling an unconscious Mr Flint on a magical floating stretcher, Snape followed clutching his shoulder and blood seemed to cover his hand. Flint's face had blood coming from his mouth and nose. Hermione looked like someone had kicked her dog, her head down and poking at her breakfast with her fork. Ron discussing something angrily with Dean.
All the while Dumbledore sat in his chair fingers steepled looking lost in thought and seemingly not caring about what was going on around him.
This, she expected, would be quite the explanation.
M.A.
It's impossible to be half or quarter veela. If you were Veela you simply were a veela. Otherwise the species would have died out long ago seeing as veela are only female and need a human male to produce any offspring.
Veela were very similar to witches but with a few key differences. Their magic would always make them beautiful. They had a natural affinity to fire and air magic. They could transform into an avian form that looks similar to a harpies. They can do it when wanted or when enraged. All veela possessed the allure to some degree.
The allure was a compulsion of sorts made by magic. When most males and some females (if they preferred women) laid their eyes on a veela they would feel a pull or a need to impress the veela or try and win her over. Quite often making a fool of themselves in the process.
Why did any of this information matter?
Fleur Delacour is a veela. Like her mother before her and her grandmother before her.
Most veela live rather lonely lives. Always searching for one they like enough to make a claim on, or even someone who can resist the allure. Most men end up drooling, bumbling, fools around veela, and most females get insecure or jealous of a veela's looks. And with that in mind it makes it rather difficult for a veela to make any friends.
Fleur didn't mind, for she had a little sister, and her mother and father to keep her company, but more than that, she had magic.
She loved to learn magic. To feel it in the air and make things happen.
As a veela she was more attune and sensitive to magic than regular witches, but even for a veela she was extremely adept at sensing it. She loved big shows of magic it called to her soul and as of this moment her favorite display of magic was the night the lake just outside of Hogwarts caught fire.
The night the lake had been set ablaze she had been staring out her bedroom window in the magically expanded carriage. It started as a spark but within an instant half the lake was set ablaze. It was a rather impressive bit of magic, but that's not what interested her. What really drew her in was the magic in the air. The sheer amount of it being poured into the air and not just the spell. Unfocused, untamed, raw magic.
It was intoxicating and called to her veela blood. She needed to find out who it was. Was it a teacher? From Hogwarts? Drumstrang? Or .. a student even?
Since the day of the fire she had been trying and failing to find out who it was. Nobody seemed to know even though everyone had been talking about it
But now she knew.
The pressure in the hall. It felt the same as before, from the same person, but this time it was angry trying to control itself instead of excited and wild. The moment the older boy started to talk to Potter that pressure grew. It grew until Fleur thought it would physically manifest. The moment Harry left the room the pressure dissipated leaving no room for doubt in Fleur's mind who it belonged to.
What puzzled Fleur the most was why he resorted to physical violence. If he had that power why not use it? Why was the only spell he used a shield? Was he trying to hide his ability?
Fleur didn't know what to think, but the weighing of the wands was tomorrow and she would try and talk to him then. Hopefully and see if she might make a claim on him.
Some part of her was worried he wouldn't even talk though. The only other interactions they had together seemed to go that way.
The first was the bouillabaisse, he completely ignored her allure and passed her the food like she wasn't even there.
The second was at the choosing of the champions. She called him a little boy and he seemed to notice that, to take offence even, But once again not even a twitch to her allure.
Maybe she would try a third time with her allure tomorrow? Or maybe simply talk to him? She would decide later tonight
For now she had a tournament to practice for.
On that note Fleur Delacour got up from her breakfast and was one of the first since Harry to leave the great hall.
M.A.
Three separate Slytherin sat at their table for breakfast. Two females sat together while the third, a male sat at the other end. All three had roughly the same thought at almost the exact same moment. When Harry told Hermione that only his friends could call him by first name and she wasn't on that exclusive list, that was the moment the 3 Slytherin thought that they wanted on that list.
One to become their own person away from their father. Another for political reasons and to possibly claim the Potter heir. The third and final Slytherin wanted to be on that exclusive list only to see if it was a good list to be on.
Almost as one the three Slytherin decided they would try and get on that list, though none of the three were aware the others would try.