A.N Sorry this has taken so long, I've been a little depressed recently, and it has taken all of my motivation to work on writing out of me. But I have been making changes, like eating properly and staring at the television during all my free time so hopefully, I can get things back on track. I don't think updates will start coming in more often, or maybe they still be very irregular, but I hope with time I'll be able to fully get back into the swing of things.

Fleur

I was sitting back in Hogwarts' Great Hall with the rest of the students; there was a great buzz of excitement throughout the room as the students ate and discussed who they thought was going to be selected for the Triwizard Tournament. My plate sat, filled with various foods that were left untouched, I knew that I should eat something but I was nervous, and a little upset. It had been about twenty-four hours since I'd found my mate, but I was yet to even say hi to her. But more than that, I was nervous for the upcoming announcements, I was certain that I would be chosen as the Beauxbatons Champion, and if I wasn't chosen, then I'd need to find a new way to impress my Mate.

I sighed as I lifted a piece of braised beef to my lips and popped the morsel into my mouth; the food seemed to have no flavour at all as I chewed and swallowed it. My inner struggle didn't go unnoticed for long, and I felt a soft tapping on my arm, I knew straight away that it was my sister, so I turned to her with a smile.

"What is it, Gabrielle?" I asked, keeping my tone light and happy.

Gabrielle frowned slightly, "What's wrong? I can tell that something is off with you and that fake smile is not assuaging me."

I gave up my false smile and leaned in close to my sister, so I could whisper directly into her ear, not wanting anyone else to over here us, "Reste calme, mais mon compagnon est ici." I chose to speak in my native tongue just in case someone could hear as this would limit the number of people that would be able to understand.

I watched as my sisters face lit up with an exuberant smile, "Really? She's really here? She goes to Hogwarts?" My sister spoke a little louder than I had, but thankfully the rest of the table was too busy chatting amongst themselves to hear.

I raised my finger to my lips nonetheless, while I didn't hide the fact that I was a Veela, I didn't flaunt it either, so I could avoid the stigma about my race being promiscuous just because how we have evolved to attract people. Luckily for my sister and me, we were only one-quarter Veela, so the glamour that typically affected ordinary humans is much more diminished. But I still noted that plenty of the students glanced in my direction or watched me with their eyes as I walked passed.

I had also noticed that prolonged exposure to the glamour seemed to have different effects on people. While some people seemed to develop an immunity to the glamour over time, others seemed to get entranced further and start trying harder to impress me. Thankfully that is as far as they've gone which means I have some steep competition in getting into the Tournament as many of the girls from Beauxbatons were here because they had studied hard to impress me.

"Who is she?" Gabrielle asked, her eyes scanning the students in the vicinity, "What's her name? What's she like?"

My sister kept rattling off question after question, "Do you remember the girl that I said was pretty at dinner last night?" I asked my sister quietly.

Gabrielle nodded in response, her mouth widening in a knowing smile, "So that's why you were staring at her last night. So, do you know her name?"

I shook my head sadly, lifting a piece of beef to my lips and chewing on it to try and distract myself from the pain flaring in my chest. I couldn't dwell for too long however as silence descended upon the room. I looked towards the Goblet of Fire and noticed that Professor Dumbledore was standing beside it, waiting patiently for the few remaining murmurs of the last students yet to realize he was waiting to speak.

With the room now silent, Professor Dumbledore began to speak in a soft, soothing voice, "It's time to announce this year's participants in the Triwizard Tournament. Should I call you're name I ask you to stand and quickly make you're way up to the front and through the door on the right-hand side of the Great Hall. I must ask that you move quickly after hearing your name, so we can continue to call the rest of the names."

As the Headmaster stopped speaking, the blue fire of the goblet started to dance a little more wildly and began to change from blue to red. As it did so, something shot out from the fire, two meters into the sky before slowly and delicately floating down into the Headmaster's awaiting hand.

"The Durmstrang champion is… Victor Krum." A round of applause erupted within the Great Hall as Viktor stood from his place at the Slytherin table taking, in my opinion, much longer than he should have to get moving. Deciding instead to soak up the applause and accepting the praise he was receiving from his classmates.

After a brief period, the young man finally made his way to the small door that Professor Dumbledore had mentioned earlier and disappeared through it. The applause died down as the next piece of Parchment was shot out into the air; the entire room waited on bated breath for the Headmaster to read the name printed on the piece of parchment.

"The Champion from Hogwarts is… Cedric Digory." Unsurprisingly the applause for the Hogwarts Champion was much more significant than what Viktor received, and I knew that it was greater than what My school's champion would receive. Cedric, much like Viktor, took longer than necessary to make his way to the door behind the Professor's table.

With Cedric gone that just left the Champion for Beauxbatons to be called, I fidgeted in my seat as my nerves started to get the better of me. I reached for my sister's hand and clasped it tightly, hoping that the familial comfort would help to calm my nerves. Gabrielle squeezed my hand back comfortingly, and I felt myself calm down slightly, but just as quickly as I had calmed down, my pulse sped up again as the next name was shot from the top of the Goblet of Fire.

The entire Great Hall became silent as the piece of paper floated daintily into the Headmasters hand, all of time seemed to slow down as Professor Dumbledore opened the parchment to read the name inscribed on the inside of it.

"And finally, the last, but certainly not least, Champion from Beauxbatons is…" As the Professor paused for dramatic effect, I couldn't help silently cursing as I willed the man to read the name more quickly. "Fleur Delacour," Another round of applause erupted in the Great Hall, and I found myself moving almost on auto-pilot as I rose from my chair. Recovering quickly, I started to walk away from my seat and my classmates, but I only made it a few steps before I heard my name called from behind me.

"Fleur…" I turned around at the sound of my sister's strained voice, concern etched into my features, when out of nowhere I felt the little head of platinum blond ram into my chest, knocking off my feet and sending the two of us to the ground. I ignored the gasps and few sounds of laughter around us as I returned my sisters hug, running my hand up and down the girls back for comfort, as we lay on the cold hard floor of the Great hall.

"Gabrielle, I need to go," I told my sister in a comforting voice, "Don't worry about me. I'll be careful okay? So please let me up, we're holding everything up," Gabrielle nodded and acquiesced to my request allowing me to walk towards the door I needed to get too.

Professor Dumbledore gazed at me with soft, knowing smile, "We'll make sure she is well looked after when you're participating in the Challenge's," The Headmaster spoke as I walked passed and I smiled gratefully at the old wizard.

Just as I walked passed the Headmaster and Goblet of Fire, however, the blue flames started to dance wildly once again, everyone stared at the Goblet, confused by what was happening before the blue fire once again changed colour, spewing forth another piece of parchment.

The Headmaster caught this piece march the same as all the rest, his brow furrowing as he read the name that was written on the paper. He looked out over the vast crowd of students, his eyes settling on someone within the crowd itself.

"The fourth champion… From Hogwarts… Is Harry Potter."

The crowd whispered amongst themselves as the young man abruptly stood from his spot, his eyes locked with Professor Dumbledores. The Professor motioned for the boy to move towards him, and intern me; I watched as my mate watched the boy leave with concern and I knew they had to be close in some way. I felt myself begin to growl as my jealousy got the better of me, Professor Dumbledore looked back at me, his eyes imploring something of me as he whispered once again.

"Miss Delacour, I know how you feel, but please, do what you can to keep him safe, he is not ready for this," I could hear the almost desperation in the man's soft voice, and I nodded without hesitation. I also wasn't surprised to find out that the man knew about how I felt as Madame Maxime had advised all of us about how strong a wizard the Headmaster was, especially when it came to Legilimency.

I nodded to the old wizard in response to his question and waited at my spot for the dark-haired boy to make his way up to the front. As I waited, I took the opportunity to scan the stunned faces of the students in the Great Hall. My mate still looked concerned for her friend, so I quickly turned away, not wanting the unwarranted jealousy to gain a hold within me.

Harry had quickly traversed towards the center of the room, locking eyes with Professor Dumbledore, seemingly pleading for some kind of explanation or reassurance. The old Wizard said nothing however and nodded slightly in the direction of the door, the dark-haired boy then started to trudge towards the aforementioned door. I quickly took up a place by the boy's side and rested a hand on his shoulder reassuringly, searching for something comforting to say.

"Everything will be okay, Mr. Potter, you can do this," The boy just nodded solemnly at my words as we disappeared from the Great Hall and down a flight of stairs, to large gate doors sat open. The passage led into a spacious room that was filled with hundreds, if not thousands, of trophies and accolades, all presumably won by Hogwarts students and left on display for people to see. On one end of the room sat a fireplace where the two other Champions were discussing something amongst themselves.

Harry tripped over his own two feet as we approached the two, effectively silencing the two young men who turned and upon seeing Harry, they each grew a sneer on their faces. Cedric stayed silent, but I could see in his eyes the young man was somewhat fuming over the fact the boy had joined them. Viktor was more or less the same, however after he got over the shock of seeing a second Hogwarts student, his face hardened into stone, not giving away any emotions.

Before anyone said anything about the situation, our attention was drawn to the staircase leading into the Trophy room. Professor Dumbledore was leading the way down in his ever-calm manner while a significant clumping of other Professor's walked irritably behind the older man, none of them willing to step around the Headmaster nor speak their mind about his slow, deliberate movements.

"Harry Potter," The Professor's voice was calm and soothing as he addressed the young boy, "Did you put your name in the Goblet Fire?" Professor Dumbledore's eyes burrowed into Harry's searching his mind for the truth.

"No, sir," Was Harry's quick, almost muted response.

"Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you?"

"No, sir."

"Do you know if anyone did it without your expressed permission?"

"No, sir."

"He's lying," Viktor spoke up from his place by the fire, "Why would he tell the truth in this situation?" He asked his thick Bulgarian accent skewing his words slightly.

I smirked at the boy. Clearly, his Headmaster had not given him the rundown on his host's abilities, "Even if that were true," Madame Maxime started, "How could a fourth year possess the magic to circumvent the Goblet's magical defenses?"

"Then he got someone to do it for him," Karkaroff sneered, coming to his student's defense.

"Well, Professor Dumbledore, was the boy lying?" My Headmistress asked, directing her full attention to the Headmaster.

"No," The Headmaster shook his head slowly, "Someone has put his name in the Goblet against his will… Bartemius, it is your decision to make. Will Harry compete in the Triwizard Tournament?"

The Minister looked to be conflicted on the matter, like some a war was raging within his mind, finally, he sighed, "The rules are absolute, the Goblet of Fire executes a binding magical contract. Mr. Potter has no choice; he is, as of tonight, a Triwizard Champion."

I heard scoffs from Cedric and Viktor, but I couldn't care less as I looked upon Harry's face, the sheer terror that spread across his features as Mr. Crouch's words turned over in his head. Professor McGonagall gasped in realization while the rest of the Professor's gathered stayed eerily silent as they slowly turned and faced the fearful boy. Harry's breathing started to become rapid as the looks of concern burned into him, not knowing what else to do, I wrapped a comforting arm around the boy's shoulders and turned him away from the Professor's who didn't seem to realize the effect they were having on the poor boy.

I led the boy away from the group, speaking lowly so only he could hear me, "Everything will be okay Harry," I spoke with confidence, keeping all concern out of my voice and hoping that in some small way I could reassure the boy. "Whenever and where ever I can, I'll be there to help you through this; you have my word."

The boy looked up at me then, bewilderment dancing in his eyes behind the fear, "Why?" His voice was barely even a whisper as he spoke, "Why would you do all of that for me."

I debated on how I should answer, I didn't want to lie, but If I said that it was because Professor Dumbledore had asked me to then, that would only serve to bring the fear back on the boy tenfold. Instead, I smiled at him, "It's just the kind of person I am, Viktor and Cedric just want to win, I do too, of course, but not at the cost of my beliefs. One of which is standing up and defending those that may need it." Harry nodded slowly, staying silent as we were called to gather around Mr. Crouch and Professor Dumbledore to hear more about the rules of the Tournament and what was expected of us.

Hermione

Sitting at the long table, I was still staring at the door that Harry had just disappeared through, followed closely by a large group of Professor's, Mr. Crouch and the Headmasters and Mistress of each school. I ignored the complaints and shouting of the other students as the few remaining Professor's did their best to calm the rowdy students in their charge.

"Why?" The voice was barely above a whisper but I heard it easily as it had come from one of my best friends who was coincidentally sitting right next to me.

"What is it, Ron?" I asked giving the redheaded boy my full attention and putting my worry for Harry to the side for the moment.

"Why didn't he tell me? Tell us?" He asked, sounding miffed.

I looked at Ron skeptically, "Uhm, because he didn't put his own name in the Goblet?" I asked sarcastically.

Run harrumphed at my question, "He just didn't want to share the glory," The redhead complained.

I narrowed my eyes at the boy as he once again had very easily annoyed me, "I don't even know where to begin with getting a name into the Goblet that shouldn't be allowed in there, how could Harry not only know how but have the power required to cast such a spell?" I asked the obvious.

However, with Ron being Ron, he ignored the obvious and stuck with his conclusion, stubbornly ignoring me in the process, "He did it somehow and didn't want to let me have a go too. I know I probably wouldn't have been chosen, but I could've at least put my name in."

I sighed indignantly, "Ron stop being a prat; Harry knows he stands no chance in the Tournament so he wouldn't have done this himself. And besides, there is no way that Mr. Crouch is going to let Harry compete; it's against the rules after all."

Ron just shook his head before returning to his meal, and I just knew that my words and fallen on deaf ears, "Prat," I said mostly to myself but hoping Ron had heard the insult over his chewing.

I pushed away the empty plate that was in front of me and waited for what was sure to come, waited for the Champions, Professor's and Mr. Crouch to come back from wherever they went and announce that Harry had been disqualified from the Tournament.

In the meantime, I cast a wary eye towards Hagrid; the half-giant looked utterly defeated as he sat at in his spot at the Professor's table and waited for everyone to return. He caught my eye and tried desperately to smile, I smiled reassuringly back to him before looking towards the door behind the table and wondered just how long I'd have to sit and agonize over what was going to happen.

As it turned out, not very long as the door opened only moments after and Mr. Crouch entered the Great Hall, followed closely by Professor Dumbledore, then the Champions and then the remaining Professor's joined slightly afterward.

I smiled as Harry came into my view for a few moments before I noticed the look of fear etched onto his face. I glanced at the tall blond girl next to him and watched as she nudged Harry in the side. I watched as she started to speak to Harry and watched as his features slowly hardened, the fear that once resided on his face was quickly hidden.

The room was oddly silent as Mr. Crouch moved to the middle of the room to address the rest of the student body.

"I would ask all of you to please join me in congratulating our four Champions once again before we continue the feast," The room erupted in applause and whistles as the student body cheered for the four Champions. I couldn't bring myself to join them, however, as my mind was reeling at the news. My mind continued to swirl around Harry and why he was allowed to stay a Champion when it was against the rules of the Tournament.

Before long the Champions took their seats with dessert being served promptly after they had sat back down. Ron scowled at Harry from his position and I watched as the dark-haired boy folded in on himself under the condemnation.

I reached over and rested a hand atop of Harry's arm; I smiled as he looked into my eyes, "Everything will be okay," I told the boy before retracting my hand from his arm. I wanted to ask why he was still a Champion but figured it would be best to do that away from so many prying eyes and decided that I would lead the Harry away from the feast after a few minutes to get the answers I needed.

"Hey Harry, can we," I nodded toward the open ornate doors leading out of the Great Hall before standing and walking out. Harry caught on quick and joined me out in the sparsely populated hall, a usual meeting spot for other students that wanted to speak privately about things.

"What is it Hermione," Harry asked a little sheepishly.

"I just needed to know, why are you still a Champion if it's against the rules for anyone under the age of seventeen to enter the Tournament?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders a little, "I'm… I don't really know; I was kind of out of it when I walked into the trophy room with the girl from Beauxbatons."

"You mean Fleur," I provided for my friend, wondering how he had forgotten the name of the Champion that was called out just before him. I felt myself smile a little as I remembered the sight of the girl standing and walking resolutely towards the front of the Great Hall only to be stopped and tackled by someone.

My reverie broke as I heard rough, dragging footsteps approaching from behind, "What was that?" I heard Ron ask from behind me.

I turned to glare at the redhead as Harry moved to stand next to me, "What was what?" Harry asked only to receive a hard glare from the Weasley.

"Ron just stop, how could Harry have done this?" I asked, and Ron quickly moved his glare to me.

"Stay out of it 'Mione," The boy spat, "I've had it with listening to you right now, I want to hear what Harry has to say for himself."

I rolled my eyes at Ron before leveling him with a glare of my own, "Hermione's right Ron," Harry said from beside me, "How could I have put my name in the Goblet myself?"

"That's exactly it, I don't know, if you had told me we could have both put our names in, I just wanted to see if I'd even be selected and then it wouldn't matter, but no you went and did it yourself and left me out of it."

"Did what?" I was confused when the fourth voice had entered into the conversation, especially when I recognized the French accent and saw that Fleur had entered into our private conversation.

Ron was amazed as he turned and openly ogled the tall French girl now standing before us. The silvery-blond girl paid the redhead no mind, and I wondered how much practice she'd had in ignoring people that stared at her body as she didn't even blush the tiniest bit under Ron's gaze.

After finally recovering from the shock of seeing the amazingly beautiful French girl, Ron pointed an accusatory finger at Harry, "He put his name in the Goblet and didn't include me in the plans, now he won't even tell us how he did it."

Fleur's face contorted into confusion as he looked between the two boy's, "Professor Dumbledore seems to believe that Harry had nothing to do with his name being put in the Goblet."

"So?" Ron asked, and I watched as Fleur regarded the redhead curiously for a few moments.

"The Headmaster would Know whether or not Harry had done such a thing thanks to Legilimency," Fleur answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world, which to some people it was.

Ron grumbled and stared at the three people opposing him before stalking off towards the Gryffindor tower alone. I turned to Fleur curiously, "Why'd you come to help?" I asked the girl.

Fleur plastered a sweet smile onto her face as she gave me her whole attention, and I found myself a little intimidated by the action, "I was just going to go for a little walk to help my food digest when I heard the commotion, but I'm confused, I thought he was one of your friends. It certainly seemed that way earlier."

Once again I was curious, how the girl had come to such a conclusion, had she been watching us? Or was she just that good at reading people that as she looked around, she could pick up on things like that. As I contemplated other reasons the girl may have come to such a conclusion Harry spoke up from my side.

"He was… Is. He's just a little stubborn and sometimes doesn't like listening to reason, but he'll realize soon enough that he's in the wrong. He always does."

I snorted in uncontrolled laughter at the statement, garnering a small giggle from the French girl, "Cute," I heard the girl whisper and wondered whether or not she had wanted me to hear it as she smiled at me. I felt as my cheeks quickly began to heat up under the older girl's gaze and I couldn't force myself to keep looking at her, I needed to turn away before my entire body flushed with embarrassment.

"What I meant was," I spoke up as I recovered slightly but was still unable to look at the other girl, "That Ron sometimes doesn't see reason. Like with Viktor Krum and the whole Quidditch debacle, he still idolizes the Seeker even after he lost the game for Bulgaria. I know he has skill, but he still kept his team from being able to win the game."

"Hermione, please don't start on that again," Harry said a little frustratedly.

"But she is right, no?" Fleur jumped to my defence, her thick accent resonating within me.

Harry nodded, "She is right, but I just don't want to start another thing with Ron."

Fleur looked utterly confused at the statement, "But… Ron is not here."

"That's true, but I also don't want to hear it anymore," Harry confessed.

Fleur scratched behind her ear, still seeming somewhat confused before shrugging, "Oh well, I must be off now, I'm sure my sister will be wondering where I am if I take too long." Fleur pulled out her wand from a hidden pocket on her school uniform and waved it around for a second.

"What was that?" Harry asked.

"I cast a silencing charm as I approached, I guess you didn't notice the staring of the other students as they piled out of the Great Hall," Fleur explained before slowly moving away, "I shall speak with you soon Harry, goodbye Hermione."

I looked between Harry and Fleur, "I'll meet you in the Common Room," I told Harry before chasing Fleur down the halls, I still needed an answer to my question.

Translations: Reste calme, mais mon compagnon est ici – Stay calm, but my Mate is here.

All translations are coming from Google Translate so don't kill me if they are written completely wrong or are completely butchered grammatically speaking, I do not know a thing about French.