Long-time no see everyone! Just got back from a fun weekend in Sydney, Australia visiting family (who I haven't seen in a decade) and thought I'd finish this off and post it. My time has been elsewhere with my Frozen fiction lately so I thought I'd do a really long one for you guys as a thank you for waiting. Hope you all enjoy it.

The Bestest Worstest Week Ever!

There are many times in a young girl's life when she is tested. Not only in the physical sense but also in the mental, the emotional and sometimes there are lines that are never to be crossed. Unfortunately a line was crossed that could not be undone, no matter how much each party member wished it would.

"Neville Longbottom! I cannot believe you haven't got this yet! How simpler can I put it. I wrote it all down for you. How are you getting this wrong?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry Hermione. I'm trying, I promise. It's just not easy for me like it is you. Please let me try again. I know I can get it before Monday's test. Please?!" the young brunette just sighed as she rubbed her temples firmly. This was turning into a huge headache and she really didn't need it today. She had things to do, studying to focus on and then her homework for History of Magic. But she was here helping Neville prepare for the potions test everyone knew he wouldn't pass without much needed assistance. She did pity the boy slightly. He was excellent when it came to Herbology and a few of the ingredients they used but trying to get the recipe and instructions into the boys head; impossible. He fails; miserably.

"Alright, alright. Let's try this again. It looks we have enough for one more go. This time, try to pay attention to what you are doing Neville. This stuff isn't hard but the next year O.W.L's will be. You have to be ready. Fourth year is the big turn point for everyone Neville, including me" he nods at the understanding. The boy was struggling with most of his schoolwork and if it wasn't for friends like Hermione and Harry, he would've been far behind and may never have gotten a passing grade in any subject. This potions test was a sample of what would come along at the end of the year. Of course Snape being the teacher he is wanted to be cruel to his students and have it early in the year. The added effect of the Tournament had some of the classmates even more nervous.

"I really do appreciate it Hermione. I mean you have so much to handle already with you know… Harry and…"

"I know, but I will always make time to help a friend when he asks for it" she smiled at Neville like she did the first time they met. He couldn't help but return it.

"Alright, I can do this" he set himself to work following the hand written instructions Hermione had placed before him on the table.

It was a Saturday morning when the two got permission to use a classroom for the potion brewing from McGonagall and began their task after lunchtime when their friends went outside to enjoy the weather. Hermione wasn't really a 'snow' kinda girl anyway so she preferred being indoors for the winter months. Her small lapse in concentration was all the time needed for things to go wrong.

"Just add in the horn scrapings now and…"

"Neville don't!" she tried to push the boy away when the cauldron exploded in smoke and flashes of red sparks. The Gryffindor boy fell to the ground coughing away trying to clear the air so he could see what happened. Luckily their Head of House was passing to hear the commotion and came inside to inquire.

"Mr Longbottom are you alright?" with a flick of her wand the smoke vanished and Neville was able to see the witch clearly though he was still wheezing.

"Yeah, I'm alright Professor. I put in the wrong ingredient and made it explode. Hermione tried to warn me but…" he coughed once more hoping to clear his throat.

"I hope you are not turning into Mr Finnigan now, Longbottom. But where is Hermione?" the two looked around the room before Neville noticed movement to his right.

"Ahh, Professor?" he pointed to a pile of dirty clothes. McGonagall gasped in surprise.

"Oh dear"

"I am shocked the boy didn't vaporise her with that nasty concoction he tried to brew. She's lucky to still be alive" Snape remarked with a sneer as he tested a vial of the liquid left over from the brewing with his wand.

"Albus, must Severus do this here? He is not making this any easier" McGonagall tried to reason with the headmaster who just held up a hand.

"I'm afraid so Minerva. We must learn of what has made its way into Miss Granger's system to treat her as quickly as possible. Let us hope there is an antidote for this mishap" he turned his gaze to the boy standing in the corner of the room. "I assure you Mr Longbottom, no blame has been placed upon you. It was a simple mistake, I'm sure Miss Granger would say the same"

"If she could. Well I can state that the potion is not in any way dangerous or deadly. They were lucky this time but unfortunately I do not know the order the ingredients added or how it was brewed. Therefor I cannot make an antidote to counter the effects. She'll have to wait this out Albus" Snape corked the potion for safety before storing it in his robes.

"I see. Thank you, Severus. Minerva, for the time being we should keep Miss Granger out of the sight of the student body as much as possible. We cannot let this become a spectacle out of respect for all involved"

"I agree Albus, but how are we to hide a toddler within Hogwarts?"

A pair of brown eyes looked about at the sound of her last name spoken. A tiny hand grabbed onto the black robes she was resting against to clench before releasing. Held in the secure arms of Nevile was Hermione Granger, trapped within the body of an eighteen month old toddler. Her curly hair was short and frizzier, she was clothed in a black dress curtesy of McGonagall transfiguring her school cloak and barefoot for the time being. When no injury was found to the girl the Professor had the boy carry the toddler quickly to the headmaster's office before anyone could see her.

"I wish I had an answer. My concern first is to Miss Granger. We cannot let word get out about this, as I'm sure you know of Rita Skeeter is about for the Tournament and I won't have my student humiliated via her eccentric use of the papers. I will send word to her parents immediately. Until then we need to find someone to look after the girl" the elder wizard adjusted his spectacles before looking between the two teachers.

"The staff is unable to handle this headmaster" Snape spoke carefully "Perhaps we should leave it to the elves?"

"I think not Severus. While they would know about taking care of a wizarding child, their work is enough as it is"

"Are you suggesting Albus…that we let 'students' take care of Hermione?" Neville was surprised when his Professor voiced such a question. Surely not…

"That may be the case Minerva. After all, who better to think of her well-being then her own friends and housemates?"

"You wish to have her guardians be fifteen year old students?" Dumbledore nodded.

"Until we can sort out an alternative; yes. Minerva, why don't you escort Mr Longbottom back to Gryffindor Tower and help explain it to his friends? I will give them leniency for a few classes as they sort themselves out" with that Neville followed the witch out, careful to not disturb a now slumbering Hermione in his arms.

The common room was uncharacteristically quiet while the minds of three Gryffindor's slowly processed the information they were just told. McGonagall was still unnerved by the option Dumbledore placed her into but it was for the best. The group would come to her if they needed help and that was what kept her mind steady.

"Professor…? How can this just…?" Harry tried to ask but the words came out jumbled and confused.

"This is a very difficult situation Mr Potter I agree but we are left with very few options. The headmaster will be doing his best to solve the problem but until then, you are to handle her. I hope I was clear when I said no one can find out about this. This would humiliate the poor girl when she's back to her normal self" the heads all bobbed together in understanding. McGonagall left them to it to return to the headmaster's office.

"Well, she's very cute as a baby" Harry couldn't help himself and chuckled. Ron looked at his best friend like he was mad.

"She's a bloody baby Harry. A baby!"

"Yes Ron we can see that. No need to shout. Can I hold her Neville?" Ginny got up from her seat to accept the sleeping toddler from the boy. The redhead couldn't help but giggle. "Who knew Hermione could be so adorable as a child"

"I'm really sorry guys. I got us into this mess. It was all my fault for not paying attention" Neville slumped further into the chair he was occupying.

"Neville it could've happened to anyone. Don't worry about it. She'll return to normal soon"

"Hey guys, she's waking up" the three boys looked to the younger girl as Ginny returned to the couch to sit beside the boy who lived. Brown eyes opened to gaze into those of her Gryffindor friends; there was a moment of silence with the teens not knowing how the girl would react. When Ginny almost got hit in the face by a small fist the tension in the room was instantly replaced with squeal like giggling from the toddler.

"Guess that proves she still remembers us?" Harry released a breath in relief. The last thing any of them needed was for her to lose her memories too.

"Ahh 'inny! 'inny!" squirming about until the redhead had the toddler sitting in her lap, Hermione patted her chubby hand against the freckled check.

"Well you're still you, Hermione. Though not too sure on my new nickname" the third year giggled along with the toddler.

"How can you guys be so calm about this? Hermione was turned into a baby! Why am I the only one freaking out here?" Ron launched to his feet in a mixture of anger and confusion. Harry turned an accusing look towards his best friend. Ginny wasn't happy at him either.

"We can't do anything about it now Ron. We've just been asked to look after her for a little while"

"Harry, do you even know how to look after a baby? I thought so. There is no way we can do this" Ron spoke before the boy could reply.

"I do" all eyes went to Neville. "Yeah, my grandma has family with young kids. I think I know what to do…" Ginny smiled.

"Well there you go. We'll be fine Ron"

"Why am I the only one to actually realise the possible danger here? What about a certain French girl?" the Gryffindor tower suddenly got really gloomy.

"I forgot about her" Ginny groaned.

"Oh man I am so dead when she finds out I did this" Neville hid his face into his hands. Harry looked between his friends.

"Come on guys. We've faced stuff like this before…um. We just have to keep the two apart for a while. If she doesn't see Hermione, there will be no trouble until she's normal again right?"

"And how do you suppose we do that mate?" blue eyes met green.

"She's sick. The accident left her exposed to something and the headmaster said she's in quarantine for now. That would work right? No one can see her then no problem" Harry questioned with a little hesitation.

"If Hermione was normal she'd have a plan to get us out of this" Ginny smirked down at the girl who was playing with the end of her red hair seemingly oblivious to the past conversation. Brown eyes looked up at the sound of her name. "But then we wouldn't be in a situation so it doesn't matter. Let's try and sort out a plan to take care of an eighteen month old. It can't be that hard right?"

It was almost famous last words. The boys found out quickly that if you didn't keep your eye on a toddler every second of every minute they would vanish and somehow end up in a whole other room doing something that would end in disaster. McGonagall gave Ginny permission to stay in the empty Head-Girl room within the tower so Hermione would be out of sight of the other students during the night and Harry kept his cloak with him in case the situation came where they had to hide her unexpectedly, which happened once already. The teens learnt the hard way that a baby is anything but easy to care for when Hermione cried and whinged at all times of the day and night wanting food or other needs. McGonagall saved the poor souls when she sent Dobby to handle all the girl's needs including clothing changes and cleaning as the elf did it with just a snap of his fingers. By late Sunday night the four were exhausted after another dinner they skipped to watch the toddler play in the room.

"So who's watching her tomorrow morning again? I don't know how long we can do this" Ginny was lying face down on the bed groaning slightly. The boys weren't fairing much better as they lazed about the floor.

"I am" Neville replied "Professor Sprout said it was ok for me to skip the first period. I'll have her ready by second at least. After that is…?"

"History" Ron groaned "Gin can you take her for that?"

"Yeah, I doubt I'll miss anything in future seeing class. But I'm not sure about my third, I know McGonagall said it was ok but I'm still not completely sure"

"I can come up to look after her" Harry adjusted himself against the wall. "If I have a quick word to Hagrid he'll let me, if it's for Hermione. Then we can all relax for lunch. The afternoon can wait…" his green eyes moved to the magically transfigured cot that was set aside for the girl. Sleeping happily within was one brunette, snuggled up to her soft blanket. "You think she'll sleep through the night?"

"I hope so. I'll stay in here again with her but I really need sleep" Ginny got up to stretch before sighing. "Alright, I'm using this time, out all of you. I want to sleep"

The school day began as expected with the group diverting off to their classes leaving Neville to handle the small one. Dobby arrived just as breakfast was served in the Great Hall to have the girl changed and breakfast for the two. The poor boy had to survive the task of feeding the toddler, making sure she was clean before allowing her to play around the room which she clearly enjoyed. Hermione as a toddler didn't like to walk around all that much. She crawled to different places or just sat still to play with her new toys. How she managed to lose the boys yesterday was beyond Neville's comprehension while he watched her then.

When the bell tolled and the change was made Neville was almost sad to leave for the next period class. Ginny happily took over the baby-sitting duty when she saw that Hermione was down for a nap in her cot giving her the chance to catch up on some homework. It was Harry who had to deal with the ball of energy when she demanded "foood" and "w'kies" which the teen deduced as a walk. Bundling the girl under the cloak which she found hilarious, he set off for a round of the lower corridors to appease the miniature Gryffindor. Luckily for the group, they handled the 'delicate' Fleur situation on Saturday night when the Beauxbaton's girl came searching for Hermione after dinner. Through a little awkwardness on Ron's part the planned story was given with mixed results. She seemed to take it as an explanation but wasn't happy to hear it. Poor Hermione heard the voices at the portrait hole and cried for an hour afterward. Harry let the girl go wonder after lunch had begun and his friends went to grab some food before joining them.

"You know Hermione, if you weren't my best friend I would find this very awkward" Harry was sitting on the grass in his warm jumper with the small girl in his lap while she played with his scarf. She hadn't yet deduced that tugging it wouldn't release it from the boy's neck but she was so intensely focusing to figure out a way how, Harry didn't have the heart to just do it for her.

"You mean that a girl is trying to choke you? You'll get used to it. After you get a girlfriend Harry" Ginny sat down to his left and playfully waved to the toddler to get her attention. The other boys sat too while Ron handed over a napkin full of food for Harry to enjoy.

"If that's all she's trying to do, I think I'm fine without one thanks. How was Hagrid's class?"

"Same as ever. Malfoy nearly got another creature to attack him. Stupid thing missed by inches. Would've been a sight if you ask me" Ron replied with a shrug. The boys always wanted something to happen to Malfoy or at the very least something to shut him up.

"My Transfiguration lesson was fun. It was about Animagi" the redhead grinned to herself. Harry chuckled.

"I remember that lesson. It was great. It would really help if I could turn into a fish for the next task. Maybe a killer shark or even as a goldfish I'd do better than I am now" the others joined him in the joke before going silent.

"Is it just me or are we missing the parts where Hermione is the voice of reason while telling us the seriousness of the situation?" green eyes found blue and then brown. They all agreed to the statement like question silently.
"Um speaking of which, where is Hermione?" the group realised the sudden disappearance of their charge and began to panic when they heard an earthshattering scream.

Fleur Delacour was a very self-restrained person, in her own opinion. Talented with natural grace and beauty from her Grandmother's bloodline alongside her wizarding family magical presence, she was an almost 'perfect' being; a statement from their matriarch herself. As the eldest she knew responsibilities fell on her shoulders and her future was almost in stone since her moment of birth. She felt no hatred towards that fact. She loved her family and she loved magic. Doing her duties to the family wasn't a loss to her, more of a pleasant hobby. Fleur still had her freedom and her many friends outside the clan to which she cherished greatly, the fact all of them were 'Veela' of course wasn't important. Fleur was one of many amazing women around the globe who knew she was great, she was respected and she was admired. Of course one person did make her flip more than anyone else.

Meeting a chosen for the first time can have a range of effects on a Veela. The emotions can start from pure joy to anger and rage. The only aspect of the life of the Being is not able to choose the life partner they are to be with. Fleur herself came upon pure euphoria when her eyes fell upon the soft features of a fourth year Gryffindor the night their school welcomed the ladies from Beauxbatons. While it was common among the Veela culture for the 'Chase' to be the most passionate of the 'Bonding' between the Veela and her chosen one for Fleur it was anything but. Her lovely courageous witch didn't run from her in fear of the unknown but instead she confronted her face to face; Magic to magic. While the seventh year was by far more powerful and had experience in spells the Gryffindor could only hope to aspire, she was delightfully surprised that it had no effect on the girl's efforts. She knew she was at a disadvantage and yet she still somehow held her own, if not in magic then in knowledge. The 'Chase' was now a battle of 'Wills' between the two and Fleur found herself falling completely and unconditionally in love with the girl.

By the time of the First Task, Fleur had managed to pass along nearly every fine detail about Veela's instinctual nature and why it is so important about the 'Bond' that Hermione happily welcomed her as a dear friend. While she was still internally conflicted on the universe for putting her in such a state at a young age she couldn't deny the blonde was very deep and she admired that; Fleur was warmed when she heard those words from the brunette one evening together. The Yule Ball came as Fleur's big chance and she took it. Asking the girl was the easy part, enjoying the celebration with her was the most pleasant but it was later when she had the girl's unwavering attention did she spill all her secrets; her wants and fears, the responsibilities of her clan and the fast approaching future she now had tied to the younger girl.

Before Fleur let the Gryffindor run off, she gave her one secure motion; a promise. To let Hermione choose any path in life, her own path to where ever it would lead and Fleur would happily support her even if it was from a distance. The blonde didn't want to be the reason Hermione was unhappy in life because she was tied down by something out of either their control. Fleur would defy Nature's Magic itself if it meant Hermione could be happy. Luckily she didn't have to make that choice as Hermione admitted the blonde was becoming more than just a friend to her.

Sitting on the cool bench under shade of the trees, Fleur smiled over a conjured rose she twirled between her fingers. The blue robed girls hardly got time to themselves because of their thrall that affected every male mind like a drug. The staring and unwanted attention became tiring quickly so the girls found themselves a small hideaway every time they left the carriage. Fleur commented to her classmates that Hermione was the only good thing about England at one point; they found her love sickness quite amusing and very endearing. However the serene atmosphere was broken by tormenting laughs and the soft whimpering of what sounded like a child.

Instincts kicking in the moment that pitch hit her delicate ears, Fleur was sauntering her way down the nearest corridor leading from their small grass area to another across the way. Her fellow Veela's following in two pristine lines, they came across a most disgusting scene. Four teenage boys dressed in green trimmed robes were tormenting a small child like it was a ragdoll. Using a simply charm to wave her about through the air while she tried to fight off the invisible force, tears falling down her face.

"Oh look at the baby Mudblood. She's crying. Whatever shall we do?" the blonde boy doing the magic put on an overly dramatic and unsympathetic tone as his fellow housemates laughed. The wind picked up with the combined anger the Veela women were exerting. Forgetting their appearances for the moment they stormed their way around the boys and pulled their wands. Using her advanced magic Fleur carefully extracted the child from the levitation to place her securely in the arms of her best friend. Cécile let the girl burry her tearstained face into dark locks and stood back to watch the justice unfold. Only then did the blue-eyed blonde return her gaze to the worried looking Slytherins.

"You dare use your magic against a 'elpless child and torment 'er wiz'out ze fear of being punished?! Ladies with me" they all flicked their wands.

When Ginny lead the gang round the corner to find their charge, they didn't expect to find such an amusing scene. Draco Malfoy's goons were being suspended in the air by their ankles while their cloaks seemed to come alive and attack them. The group of ladies standing below them were giggling softly at their distress, caring little for the new audience. But what really had Harry covering his growing smile was the sight of a familiar white ferret being tossed around by a charm like it was swimming backwards through the air. Fleur Delacour was moving her wand about with only a twist of the wrist and yet the motions were so fluent and graceful. Something a certain giggling toddler was finding most entertaining. Hermione was being cradled in the arms of a dark haired Beauxbaton's student; an assumed friend as the two watched their champion give the boy what he deserved. Her little hands were working overtime as they clapped in her joy. When blue eyes changed their focus, Fleur left the rodent to hang suspended.

"I 'ope you 'ave an explaination for zis 'Arry Potter? I do not take kindly to being lied to" to say the French witch was pissed was the understatement of the century. Only after toying with the vermin a little did she truly inspect the child to see if she was fine. By her horror at identifying her chosen even in such a small body her mind couldn't fathom who could've done something to her witch. The girl had no injuries which had Fleur relieved, anger burned within her when she turned back to the group. Draco Malfoy cried in anguish as he was once again formed into the rodent he despised most. The only peace the Veela had was when her actions made Hermione squeal in laughter.

"Well that's where things get very complicated Fleur…it was all an accident really and…" Harry started with caution.

"It was my fault" Neville spoke with fear in his voice "She was helping me with potions and I stuffed it up so bad she just…I'm so sorry Fleur! Professor McGonagall and the Headmaster said she can't be cured because we don't know what I did…" he was cut off by the redhead girl.

"He means that whatever effected Hermione will have to run its course. So we've been assigned to look after her until it does" Ginny finished as she patted the poor boy on the arm.

"You don't know what you did? You turned my chosen into a child! 'Ow do you zink zat could be effecting 'er right now?!" the blonde raised her voice as she spoke to the Hogwarts student. Hermione seeing her friends in distress did the only thing she could; she cried. Ginny, like many females had a maternal instinct that just hated to hear the sound of a distraught child, but looking across the faces of every Beauxbaton girl there she realised it was a whole new meaning to them. Pure distress and agony was the best way to describe it, most dropping their spells to crowd round the child in hopes to sooth her.

"No Nev-Nev! No means to Nev-Nev!" her voice cried further as she reached out for the mentioned boy. The group looked on surprised as Fleur was mixed between anguish and jealousy. Hermione was going to his defence when he was the one that did that to her?

"Fleur we're sorry we lied but we had to. Professor Dumbledore put her in our hands and we didn't want her being seen. It would embarrass her" Harry spoke to the witch softly. "Hermione has already forgiven Neville for the mistake. We all have and she'll get better…"

"Yeah, it's Hermione. You really think she'll be stuck like this forever?" Ginny grinned. Fleur just sighed softly and looked back to the now calming child. Cécile was stroking brown curls while her classmate, Inès wiped away the tears streaming down soft cheeks.

"Very well. But I am not 'appy zat you allowed 'er to get caught by zose buffoons!" she tilted her head to the dazed boys lying together on the ground where they fell. Ferret Malfoy was still levitated above their heads.

"She got away from us! It's not our fault!" Ron replied.

"She is a child. You are to watch zem at all times. Zat is why we will be looking after 'er from now" the blue robed girls all looked to each other with affirmed nods and smiles.

"What?" Harry and Neville were shocked.

"We know 'ow to care for petit ones; we do it all ze time at 'ome. Leave 'er wiz us. We shall see you at dinner" the girls formed themselves a secure group around the child and headed back to their carriage. Fleur gave a last minute wave of her wand to change the Ferret back into a man as Hermione gave him a raspberry as a farewell gift.

"Please 'Ermione. Don't do zis to me. I said I was sorry" Fleur leant into the bed from where she was kneeling on the floor, the toddler out of her reach, cuddling up to her younger sister while happily drinking from a warm bottle of milk. She'd complained for a moment but accepted the drink after the blonde told her it was all she was allowed. And now she was ignoring the elder sister in revenge against her fellow housemate earlier. The Veela wasn't giving up that easily.

"Fleur she is so adorable. Can she stay zis way? Please?" Gabrielle got quite a surprised when the group returned with a small Hermione in hand. She wanted to take the child and show her around just for the sake of it, but instead the sisters ended up in Fleur's bedroom alone.

"Non, we are going to find a way to return 'er to normal. If we can zat is. 'Er friend said it was an accident wiz a potion so…"

"Was!" two sets of blue eyes moved down slightly. Hermione repeated herself before finishing off her bottle.

"If I promise to make a proper apology at dinner to your friend will you forgive me?" the teen would never admit she used charm in situations to persuade her love if asked, but sometimes certain situations just need that something extra…

"Pwomise...?" brown eyes were fixed on the bottle and she held it firmly in two hands. Fleur smiled at the cuteness.

"I promise. Will you forgive me now mon petit?" Gabrielle giggled as she watched her sister grow happier as her chosen abandoned the bottle to crawl over and give her a hug round the neck. It turned into more than that when the blonde stood up with the girl firmly tucked into her side, head on shoulder.

"How about we show you off properly to everyone now oui?" Gabrielle jumped to her feet and wrenched open the door in excitement, Veela's were a very family orientated bunch of Beings and when it came to the safety and welfare of a child especially, they wanted to be tightly knitted to help out with any needs. The girls in the Beauxbatons procession were only in their late teens but they knew more about caring for young ones more than anyone in that castle combined. So who better to look after eighteen month old Hermione than those girls?

Dinner was about to begin and the four Gryffindor's sitting at one end of their table were slightly nervous and confused after their day. They felt bad that their actions lead to Hermione being taken from their care but it was for the better. Still it didn't stop them from feeling like they just got fired from a babysitting job, or maybe they did…

"There they are" Ginny spoke quietly causing the boys to look up at the arriving group of perfect ladies in silk blue dresses. At first they couldn't be sure they saw their friend because when they watched their eyes would become hazed and out of focus.

"They're using some sort of unnoticed charm or something" Neville was right. If Harry could focus enough at Fleur, he could see she was holding a small person. The group of ladies took their places at the far end of the Ravenclaw table to enjoy their dinner together. Harry noticed that the intensity of the charm wavered slightly allowing him to really see Hermione. She was sitting on Fleur's lap dressed in a short sleeved white summer like dress. Only this one had lace frills along the edges and a bow around her waist to match the one holding her hair up. To finish the look, a bib was around her neck to catch any spills likely to accompany the automotive skills or lack thereof. Harry didn't know whether to chuckle at the sight of his best friend in such an outfit or feel sorry for her. Her expression told him the story.

"She's there though right? They wouldn't use a charm otherwise…"

"She's there. I guess it was their idea to protect her in a way. Smart thinking really" at that moment the plates filled to the brim with delicious looking food and everyone started to eat.

Fleur would never assume that doing such a task would be so much fun but watching Hermione eat the food handed to her obediently was just so adorable. Of course every one of her clan sisters knew the brunette's favourite food thanks to her past days of watching the girl, so when she was handed something she didn't like, Hermione clenched her fists and turned her head away in a humph. The blonde witch was sure her friends were doing it on purpose just to see that reaction over again.

"Non mon amor. You won't like zis. It is too 'ot for you" with a toddler on her lap, Fleur enjoyed her dinner a lot slower than the others. Hermione tried to take some of her soup but the elder witch knew it was too hot, both in temperature and taste. The brunette didn't seem to like the word 'no'.

"Wants. Wants foood! Fweu!" Hermione really was having trouble with her 'r' sounds and the 'l' too.

"You 'ave plenty of others. You just can't 'ave mine" an offered piece of sliced chicken from Cécile appeased the tantrum for now.

"You shouldn't tease ze girl Fleur. She cannot 'elp zat she is curious" she grabbed the bottle the girls brought with them to fill with cool pumpkin juice before handing it to Hermione. The little one guzzled it down.

"I don't want to risk 'er getting burnt because of ze 'eat. Besides, 'Ermione doesn't like spicy food" taking her napkin to clean off a smudge on the girls lip, Fleur didn't see the twinkling eyes watching her.

"Someone is a little too prepared for a bébé, ae Fleur? You seem awfully prepared for zis situation"

"We 'ave all been prepared for zis situation. 'Ow can I not be wary of what she is doing?" Fleur replied as she handed Hermione her bottle once more. The girls just giggled. Their close family moment was interrupted when Dumbledore stood to speak.

"Students, teachers and guests. The second task has nearly come upon us. By this time the champions would already know their clue as to what it will be. They have this week to prepare themselves. Friday the 24th is the date for the task. Now, off to bed all of you"

"Oh mon Dieu! She looks so adorable!" squealing was going through the main living area of the internally enlarged carriage sitting on the castle grounds. The girls had changed out of their uniforms into sleepwear ready to call it a night. Of course that was only after they had their playtime with a certain toddler. They created a warped circle in the open space so they could all see Hermione and the most heart stopping outfit Fleur had got the girl into. Soft half floppy ears and small fluffy tail was all part of the onesie the brunette wore to make her look like a tiny helpless white bunny. More squealing followed a shy look the Gryffindor snuck from her Veela's shoulder.

"Why don't you show off your new outfit mon amour?" Fleur tried not to giggle at the replying head shake.

"Don' wanna" the poor girl was too much.

"One little walk around ze room zen we can go to bed oui?" setting the reluctant girl on her bootie covered feet, Fleur got a small disgruntled look for her efforts.

"Fine!" brown eyes looked up and around to all the faces concentrated on her. A blush went across her face quickly as she waddled her way over to a familiar Cécile. The dark haired Veela snapped her up into a hug.

"I'm so jealous!"

"I want to 'old 'er!"

"Come 'ere mon petit" the squealing and calls were enough to scare the child further into the teens arms hoping to disappear. It was only thanks to Merlin's grace that Fleur eventually collected the girl up and they went off to bed. The blonde Veela would've placed her chosen into a safe secure crib for the night but couldn't let the adorable brunette go, in the end Hermione didn't seem to mind sleeping in Fleur's arms. Who better to protect her than a hyper-vigilant Veela?

Tuesday morning came quickly and the brunette's friends were waiting outside the Great Hall at breakfast for the company of ladies to waltz in with their charge. They weren't disappointed after only waiting five minutes and were relieved to learn that Hermione was happy but still childlike. Today the blonde had dressed her up in another dress only this one was blue and less bows than last time. Ginny had to admit she'd never seen her friend so 'girly'. That comment earned her a glare.

Breakfast was another fun task for the girls to feed Hermione an assortment of treats. She actually broadened her horizon and tried a few French pieces she hadn't before even with Fleur's insistence. Luckily because the Second Task was so close the girls were allowed to skip their normal classes with the students of Hogwarts to help Fleur prepare for the end of the week. Madam Maxime believed 'no one better than one's own classmates could make one do their best'. The half giantess found the little girl rather enchanting and had no problems with her tagging along like a duckling; a nickname that caught on quickly between the French girls. Whenever Hermione was placed on the ground she would follow only two steps behind, just like an adorable baby duck.

The day, along with the following, consisted of lounging around the common space and discussing ideas for the blonde to use during the task. After her experience with the Dragon, Fleur wanted more insight with spells in relation to what she was required to do. Luckily for her, she'd solved the egg clue much earlier than the boys had, giving herself more time to prepare. While the ladies conversed, little Hermione was on the floor doing a puzzle. She still had her mental state after the potions effects only it was hard to communicate with others when parts of your brain had yet to make proper connections. Her limited words were one sign of it and her shyness came through when she couldn't speak the things she wanted. A sadness that really got the girl was her reading ability also went out the window and her favourite books had to be read to her if she wanted the quiet time. After an hour throwing a tantrum for no reason she settled down to play with the toys the Veela had given her, her favourite being the puzzles. At least they were stimulating.

"We know zat it in ze lake but what could zey take zat would be surely missed? Some'zing pricless?" Louise asked. Confused and thoughtful looks passed round the small group sitting together.

"Fleur 'ave you noticed any'zing missing lately?" another girl spoke. Her name was Olivia and she was the blonde's cousin, the similar appearance was uncanny only she didn't have the same blue eyes.

"Non. Every'zing I brought wiz me is still 'ere" Fleur shook her head.

"Could it be some'zing non-physical? A memory per'aps?" Cécile pondered as she watched the brunette finish her puzzle. Chubby hands clapped together getting Fleur's attention, she giggled.

"Ze memory I cherish most is zat of when I first saw 'Ermione. You zink zey would take zat?" the blonde moved to the floor to see the completed puzzle before flicking her wand to make a new one for the toddler to do. Hermione started right away.

"Unless zey would go so far as to take 'someone'…" silence filled the room after Inès drifted off.

"Zey wouldn't dare!" Olivia growled.

"Zat is outrageous! Unacceptable!" Louise spat out with distain.

"Il me fait tellement en colère que je ne peux pas penser droit!!" the girls starting yelling back and forth in French that Hermione lost concentration and covered her ears, trying not to cry over the building tension. Her water-filled eyes were what caught the gaze of a certain champion. Cécile quickly collected the child to give comfort while Fleur set her angry eyes on the others.

"Silence!" sound gave way to nothing as attention went first to the speaker then the toddler who was cowering away into Cécile's dark strands. Gloom started to fill the atmosphere as the girls realised how uncomfortable they made Hermione with all their yelling. The brunette tried hard not to let the undeveloped emotional brain react to something that really wasn't a big deal but her body couldn't take it and she cried. Gabrielle entered the room at a run when she heard the wail. The teens may have their free time but the youngest still had homework to do.

"What 'appened? Is she alright?"

"Just a shock Gabrielle. She is fine. Ze girls got a little excited over some'zing and poor 'Ermione was scared" Cécile spoke softly while soothingly patted the child on the back. The younger blonde Veela sat herself down beside the two, reaching up to hold the pudgy hand that wasn't clinging to material. Hermione calmed to a sniffle as she looked to those say blue eyes as her sister, she couldn't help but feel much more secure.

"She calmed so quickly" Cécile smirked.

"Oui, you will be 'er family one day. She knows zat you are safety, being ze closest relation to Fleur here"

Gabrielle was still young in age and didn't know everything there was to learn about her own heritage yet but she was very keen to listen when the older girls talked about it. She didn't know all the details about the 'Chosen' and 'Bond' with her bloodline but she understood that Hermione would one day be her sister. That was good enough for her. Their mother had given them each lessons on how they may change and react in future when their Veela selves become more pronounced and instinctive. It could be guessed that's what Gabrielle was feeling now, she had this bugging urge to hold the toddler close and make sure she was alright. But also at the same time she didn't. Hermione looked to not care who was holding her at that point but still seemed content to allow whatever was to happen, happen.

"No more, girls. We've enough to deal wiz, wiz 'Ermione like zis. Ze next to scare 'er will stay be'ind for ze second task. And no one will 'old 'er again. Am I clear?" there was a few grumbling and moans but the idea seemed to stick.

"Puzz…puzz…hawd" brown eyes were fixed on the floor and her previous activity now over what just transpired. Fleur looked to where her childhood friend placed the brunette back to the floor so she could crawl her way back to the puzzle. The toddler was content to stay there until a yawn broke through her focus and was sleepy in minutes. Fleur conjured a large soft blanket for her to sleep on and soon she was dozing off in the company of the lovely ladies of Beauxbaton's Academy.

"We can plan toge'zer now. I may still get some training in before ze dinner toll." She paused to think "What 'ave we learnt about water creatures?"

Friday was only one sunset away and Harry was having difficulty solving his task problem. Yes he knew his task was involving retrieving something from the lake. Something important, but he couldn't for the life of him spend an hour underwater without coming up to breathe. He didn't have the time to become a fish nor did he have the knowledge of an extra three years. He was in a pickle. Having his knowledgeable best friend out of business was also a hard knock to him. What could he possibly do without Hermione here?!

"Une, deux, trois…you enjoy zat oui? Again? Ok, une, deux, and trois" giggling and squealing followed each count which had Harry very intrigued. No one but a certain miniature Gryffindor he knew could make that sound.

He followed his ears across the grounds to the lower banks not far from the Beauxbaton's carriage where several of the warmly dressed girls were seated together on a blanket as Fleur held a brunette in her arms. From the repetitive actions he chuckled as he watched Hermione squeal in delight as she was thrown up in the air and caught again. Sometimes doing the simply non-magical games was just as entertaining. He and his fellow lion knew that better than any one of his friends. Hermione caught sight of him standing there and cried out in joy. Eyes turned towards his direction making him a little nervous but the wave to join them was a little more reassuring. Taking a seat on Fleur's left made Hermione stand up to wave at him excitedly.

"Hawwy! Hawwy!" the toddler was trying to climb over Fleur's shoulder to reach him, despite neither the girl's obvious discomfort nor the amusement. He was about to reach out to her when she got distracted by a passing butterfly.

"How are you today Hermione? Any better?"

"Betta now. Finking wike me stiww. Hewping Fweu. You needs too?" she blinked at him. The boy's confused expression made her upset. Fleur readjusted her hold.

"She asked if came you 'ere for 'elp concerning ze second task. You know what it is about oui?" Harry nods.

"Yeah but I have no clue how to breath underwater for an hour. Other than that I'm perfectly prepared…" Hermione gave him a trademark look.

"Bweave wike fish. Bubbles"

"I can't turn myself into a fish Hermione. I doubt anyone could, but you of course"

"Twansfiguwation! Do it!"

"'Ermione, I don't zink 'Arry can do zat level of spell by Friday. 'E may need some'zing else" Fleur got the girl to sit properly on her lap without much fuss. Cécile flourishes her wand to produce a few colourful sparks to entertain the toddler for the time being.

"I really don't know what to do Fleur. What charm can I use to breath?"

"I am sorry 'Arry. Ze charms I know are above your year, so I don't zink you can master zem by ze time for ze task. I am sorry…"

"What about zat plant we learnt about last year? Zat weed?" one of the girls spoke up from across the circle that got them all thinking. Cécile gasped.

"I remember zat one! It is in a book of 'erboristerie! Very interesting read, but I don't know if you can get it 'ere"

"As long as zere is a renewable source of water it should be easy to collect. 'Arry, do you know someone who can 'elp you with…plants?" Fleur looked to the green eyed boy.

"Oh Herbology? Yeah I can ask Neville to help me with anything in that. Why? You think I can get this weed thing?"

"Nev-nev! He hewp! He know!"

"Yes Hermione, I'll go ask Neville about it later. What were you discussing before I arrived?" Hermione got up from the comfy lap to toddle over to Cécile who was still making sparks above her head.

"We were reciting 'istory for petite 'Ermione as she 'as read all our books in ze carriage. She loves our 'istory ze most" Fleur watched her little charge try to grab a red spark before it spit out of existence. She came close too.

Harry stayed with them a little longer to hear a few of their stories and a little more about Veela families with some reluctance in a few areas. The Veela people were secretive by nature but it sounded like they really did know what they were talking about when it came to children and babies; they had a natural charm about them that almost had Harry calm enough ready to fall asleep without worries. His face must've given him away cause the girls started making comments. With mild embarrassment he waved goodbye and with a hug to his toddler best friend left them to their devices.

"Cécile, did we receive any mail today? I don't recall…" Fleur asked politely while Hermione toddled over to Olivia, one she'd become warm to over the time together.

"Oui, I believe you 'ave a letter from your moz'er. I know zat insignia anywhere" Cécile replied. The blonde sighed at the thought. She did send word to her mother after first realising the situation her Chosen was in but getting a reply so soon was almost as worrying, her mother took family seriously. That now included Hermione.

"You 'avent read it yet?"

"Oh gods no. I raz'ther keep ze family zing to ze family" Cécile chuckled. "Who knows what your mère would do when she 'ears about zis. I know she doesn't know 'Ermione well yet but…zat Veela is scary" Fleur would've laughed if the other girls listening in hadn't shivered also. Was her mother really that frightening?

"I'm sure it can't be zat bad. Accio lettre" with a flick of her wrist a window opened and the sealed envelope zoomed out of the carriage. Hermione looked up to follow the floating paper.

"Wetter! Wetter!" toddling along after it as if she could grab it at such a height. Fleur caught the object in hand and out of reach at the grabby toddler.

"Non 'Letter' 'Ermione. Say it properly"

"Wetter! Fweu being mean!" Hermione pudgy face was in a pout as she tried to climb up the blonde to grab the letter. The group found it absolutely adorable and wonderfully hilarious. Fleur gave in to stop the toddler ruining her uniform, handing the envelope over it was torn into instantly.

"Bweh, it fwench. Cants wead. Oooh it fwom Apowwine!" brown eyes locked onto blue ones. Fleur knew this would happen and she was happy things weren't spilled to everyone before she had the chance to read it herself. Sometimes it was thankful Hermione couldn't read French, yet. Skimming the words quickly to get the importance of the letter, the champion sighed before handing it over to Cécile. She too read the letter as Fleur got Hermione seated once more.

"She says to be careful. I agree but we do not know what could happen, it's zat kind of tournament" the blonde kept her gaze on her miniature love.

"I know Cécile. But I don't want anything to 'appen to 'Ermione while I am competing. I cannot lose 'er" Cécile looked around the circle before replying.

"You won't. We'll take care of 'er. Veela's promise" a chorus of agreements came her way.

"Zank you girls" Fleur replied before noticing they once again had company. It came in the form of one Transfigurations Professor; Minerva McGonagall. Hermione looked up with wide eyes.

"Uh oh…"

"Good evening ladies. I trust you are well?" they didn't reply. "I am sorry but I must collect Miss Granger from you. She is to see the Headmaster now, it concerns her well-being" shocked faces spread.

"If it is zen I demand to be zere" Fleur clutched the girl tighter.

"I assure you it is not negative when I say it. We may have sound a solution to her condition. Now if you please?" she held out her arms to take the girl and Fleur reluctantly handed her over. Hermione as settled, if a little uncomfortable to be carried by her Head of House and waved goodbye to the Beauxbaton's girls as they left. Fleur returned it for a moment before an empty feeling settled in her gut. The girls felt it too.

"Where is she? I don't see 'er. Cécile 'ave you checked wiz 'er friends?" Fleur was panicing. The evening passed without another sound from Hermione or the Professor. Soon the Second Task was upon her and Fleur hadn't seen her love all morning. Surely one of her friends would be here with her to watch the task take place but so far none of her girls could find her.

"I 'ave checked. Zey are all 'ere but no 'Ermione. I'm sorry Fleur. Maybe she is still wiz ze Headmaster or zat…" Cécile replied as her eyes still searched.

"He is zere. Look" sure enough Dumbledore was standing a few meters away ready to begin the challenge. Beside her, the boys were preparing to dive into the freezing water. For once Fleur had to put her emotions aside including her thoughts of Hermione to focus on her mission. She was to win this tournament and then she would convince her love to spend the summer with her in France. The days, just them by the sea and then at night…all alone…

"Silence!" Dumbledore's voice boomed from the enchantment of his wand "Last night something was taken from each of the champion's. A treasure of sorts. Right now it is at the bottom of the lake and they have one hour to retrieve it or it will be lost. At the sound of the cannon you may begin!" Fleur starting to boil with anger, last night not only did she apparently loose something of value for this task but her love was taken from her t…something clicked. The split second it took for Fleur's eyes to connect with Cécile's after realising the cannon exploded. Diving into the water with fellow champions Fleur wasted no time casting wandlessly a Bubblehead Charm. She kicked as hard as she could straight down into the darkness. There was no point searched the area when she knew the bottom was the place to be.

Hermione. Her precious little Chosen, trapped at the bottom of the treacherous black lake all this time. The thoughts and images pouring into Fleur's mind send her over the edge. Her concentration for the bubble was gone as was her will to care. She let her body morph and with a flourish she propelled herself downwards with a powerful thrust. Her eyes changed, she could see clearly now; every particle and fragment of light. Turning a few degrees to the right she swam over a bed of tall seaweed before approaching what appeared to be the remnants of an underwater city. Fleur could sense the beings as they swam around keeping their distance but she didn't care. Her focus was on the floating forms coming closer with each powerful kick and when she came upon them her theory was proven. The supposed 'treasure' of the champions was a person. An Asian girl wearing the blue accented uniform she assumed was for the pretty boy, Hogwarts' original champion. The second girl the interest of that barbarian Krum. The fire red hair gave away Harry's chosen one easily but what had her frozen in suspense was her darling little Hermione.

The fourth year Gryffindor had been through nearly a lifetimes worth of adventures by that year and she really didn't want any more, but when it's your teachers thrusting you into these situations there isn't much a student can do about it. None the less, tiny Hermione was patiently waiting at the bottom of the Black Lake to be rescued. Of course compared to the others she got the special treatment. Being too small to risk bodily harm with a simply sleep spell and left to the elements, the girl was placed securely in a roomy bubble that remained at the same height as the other bound captives. With her teen mind still mostly intact, the experience was definitely and interesting one for the girl who never really thought about what was beneath the waters and after seeing the fearsome creatures she really didn't want to.

When she saw something approach it got her worried. The shape was wrong, the speed didn't indicate a champion. She was about to cry in fear when light hit the being and it turned out to be the Beauxbaton's champion. Only it was a very different looking Fleur. Feathers were covering most of the girls open skin pardon her face, her feet were now elongated bird talons and her nails now talons. She appeared to be breathing just fine with no enchantments while two large wings upon her back were what appeared to give her the advantage underwater. Hermione had only seen this sort of change at the World Cup but Fleur looked more beautiful than those fearsome beaked creatures.

The champion was stunned at the look of pure joy that came across Hermione's face upon recognition. Her mind was spinning and she really couldn't do anything straight all because of the most adorable outfit the toddler was wearing. It was a onesie that came with a hood featuring big eyes and a bill. Fleur's treasure was Hermione dressed in a very adorable yellow duckling outfit. Covering her mouth after an assortment of bubbles released in her underwater squeal, she snapped herself back into action.

'Focus Fleur. The task is still on' She had to get the girl surfaced quickly before the creatures of the deep sensed her presence and attacked. Fleur wanted to reach out and grab the girl but her sharp claws near the bubble would get the opposite result she wanted. She was confused and becoming quickly distraught. Hermione was not. Tapping her little hands against the bubbles wall she pointed to grab the Veela's attention. Of course! Her wand. Sending the toddler a thank you kiss before grabbing the item she wordlessly cast her charm. The bubble warped itself before closing inwards to cover the brunettes head and face only allowing Hermione to continue breathing while the champion collected her up like a delicate doll.

A beat later, large powerful wings swept down to send the two soaring upwards, the sunlight their target. Forcing herself to calm and her form recede back to that of a more human like appearance Fleur broke the surface with a turret of water, the flare giving her a chance to withdraw her wings before letting the crowds notice. The cheer was instant and the French words reassuring as her classmates realised their worst fears were true but no longer needed. Holding the soaking toddler close since she broke air, Fleur slowly made her way to the platform and handed her off to Olivia while she was covered in a thick blanket to dry off quickly. The same was given to Hermione, the fear of fever high. Charms were cast over them both before she demanded the girl back in her arms, an instant complied request. Finally the warmth set in as the girls huddled together with their fellow Veela and relief they both returned safely. Soon after, cries were heard again as the boys returned one by one with their treasures close in hand.

"I cannot believe zat man would allow such an innocent child to remain trapped down zere wiz zose 'orrible creatures...!" Inès went off to ramble in French with the other girls agreeding in silence. If everyone let out their feelings all at once the bathroom would be in shambles and the teachers wouldn't appreciate that. The instant the other champions tried off, the scores were read, winner announced and celebrations started. The pack of Beauzbaton's girls whisked away their champion and charge to the Prefect's bathroom to get the two warm as quickly as possible. Steam was rising and the bubbles piled high, every single girl was shoulder deep in the water enjoying the temperature after the dreadful weather outdoors. Fleur was trying to wash a struggling brunette with the assistance of Cécile as the toddler became distracted one minute by the amount of bubbles she could play with before throwing a tantrum for not wanting to be in the bath in the first place.

"Will you 'old still? I cannot believe you are zis bad wiz baz's 'Ermione!" the blonde groaned as the cleansing white fluff was flung into her face.

"NO! No! No!" Hermione was really not impressed to say the least. The other Veela saw it as an adorable display of character. It didn't help the situation.

"She was much easier to 'andle when you weren't 'ere Fleur. Baz'ing 'er was easy until now" Cécile remarked as she too tried to shield herself from the splashing of water. Hermione was putting up a fuss and she knew it.

"I don't get it! What are you so upset about mon amour? It is just us 'ere. You 'ave been in zat lake for gods know 'ow long I will not 'ave you getting sick! Now sit still!"

"No, no, no, no! Wet me go Fweu!" the blonde had given up the cleaning process to try and secure the child hoping she wouldn't slip and then drown in an over bubbled bathtub. Survive a monster filled lake to die here…typical. Fleur gasped when a foot connected with her lower ribs, flinching enough for her fear to come true. Hermione freed herself from the clutches to sink under the mass of foam. Several screams echoed the stone chamber at once all shouting the same thing.

"'ERMIONE!"

An eruption of water and bubbles went flying everywhere as the chaos suddenly halted for the moment.

"How else am I meant to tell you something's wrong?! Geez Fleur! Use your head!" heavy breathing, foam covered fifteen year old Hermione stood soaked in the middle of the bathtub while all eyes took her in. Taking the moment to look at herself and duck down again got the girl cool headed rather quickly. Naked in a giant bath with a dozen other girls, Veela logic was the only explanation.

"And why the hell am I bathing with you lot?! This is weird! We don't do this in England!"

"Mon amour…'Ermione. You're back to normal. 'Ermione!" the blonde launched herself at the brunette who screamed in alarm. Soon all the girls were excited and calling out the younger teens name. Hermione for her part was going red in the face with embarrassment. She'd just survived a week of being treated as a baby and now this…she screamed.

"Je déteste cette année! Vous maudire Neville!"

Il me fait tellement en colère que je ne peux pas penser droit - It makes me so angry that I cannot think straight!

Je déteste cette année! Vous maudire Neville! - I hate this year! Curse you Neville!

How was the really long story this time huh? Worth the wait or should I just stick to the norm and write whatever whenever I can? Let me know yeah?!

I am sorry for my bad interpretation of an eighteen month old child (and any grammar). I do not have one (thank god), I was not around for my cousins in their early years and so I have no knowledge on how they really act/behave/so on. I did write on purpose that her speaking progress changed. That was planned.

Yes it is politically correct that Ginny has brown eyes but for this I am going with Bonnie's eye colour which is blue. So any complaints can go to my P.O Box of 69 'I don't care, have a nice day' Road, NZ.

Reviews are really really appreciated! You guys don't know how much I love reading what you have to say. Also, if anyone has prompts for more one-shots let me know. My list is shortening and if I don't come up with more this may be 'hiatus' or I'll have to do a follow up on a previous one-shot.

Now off to write my next update for Frozen…