"Have they made any progress on finding him?" Harry looked up from his task and looked at his two friends who sat across from him.

Harry shook his head somberly as he tuned his instrument. "They gave up on the search at the end of last year. They didn't see the point in looking for someone who's been gone for a year. They said if he was alive, he would have tried to make contact," The young wizard felt the shift in mood and his friends seemed to as well.

"How's everything at home? With Adrian I mean?" The topic they chose to move on to, didn't make it any better but he didn't mind or care.

"You know the drill Micheal, he's finally growing into his hormones and his emotions are all through the roof," This emitted a small laugh out of all of them. "I'm sure I found a dirty magazine in the trash the other day that he denies is his."

The gray-eyed wizard chuckled but his mood switched back instantly. "I'm sorry about your situation mate, it must be difficult."

Harry stopped for a moment, thought about his words but just continued tuning his guitar. He kept his vision low. A quiet cough broke the silent a little bit.

"Lad, there isn't much you can do, you shouldn't blame yourself," His other friend stated. The black-haired young man looked up at the owner of the voice.

"I ask myself every night if there was anything I could have done. I didn't get a chance to tell my father I loved him before he left,"

"He was an Auror, the danger is a part of that life," Micheal added on. Harry finished tuning his instrument, he began playing a soft tune, once again, choosing to say nothing. Neither of his friends chose to say anything and listened to the music. He is sure that his friends are sick of his playing by this point.

He played for a while, a long while. By the time he finished, it was dusk. They left at noon. The young man stopped and looked at his fingers, they were red and it hurt to touch anything. "Hmm, I didn't realized that I've played for that long. Sorry mates" The of them both shrugged and didn't seem to care.

"Lad, you need to learn control when playing that thing, you're fingers are gonna fall off. As much as I love hearing it, sometimes quiet is nice," he stated in a mocking tone. Harry just rolled his eyes.

"I'm well aware of that Finn, I just get lost in the music I guess," Harry placed his father's guitar down and allowed for himself to relax on the seat. He looked at his friends who both wore dark expressions. He chose not to address it. "How are you two preparing for this year?"

The Irishman rolled his eyes and chuckled. "You sound like my mum, lad." He stood up. "' You need to focus on your future, you need to make money and be successful and not a deadbeat like your pa'" he animated his every word. "God, I am sick of hearing her talk," He sat back down in a huff.

"Did you ever find out what happened to your father?" Micheal asked, trying to break the tension. "Didn't your mum say he traveled a lot?"

The redhead scoffed. "The only thing that old hag had told me about him is that he was a criminal. No picture, no name, not even how they met. All she keeps saying is, 'don't be like him'" Finn stated in a disgusted tone as he spat to the side.

"Better then staying at school all year long," Harry added.

"Do you know how hard it is to do Snape's homework when my entire family are crazy religious nut cases who would burn me at the stake if they knew that I was a wizard?" Finn stated in an angry tone. "I couldn't wait for this year so I can finally leave that house," He turned towards their friend. "What about you Micheal? You ready to leave?"

The gray-eyed young man sighed and smiled. "It's daunting, not gonna lie but it's something that I've been expecting,"

"The famous pure-blood family that is the House of Ashe, you lads have been on top of the wizarding world for how many generations now?" Finn jokingly asked with a chuckle.

"Don't remind me Finn, my pa already has me following him to the ministry. I didn't get a single day off this summer. It was all nothing but meetings and how to properly shake hands," Micheal's face wore a cold expression.

"I wouldn't complain if I had access to the best tutors that money can buy. Not to mention having endless servants at you calling, I bet you didn't even have to lift one finger this summer," The Irishmen joked.

"It is nice but I want to do more than just live under my family's wealth, besides, money can't buy intelligence. Harry is still the best wizard of this generation." They turned towards the young man, who's been quiet for the most part.

"I don't think I'm the best of this generation," he stated quietly, in an indifferent tone.

"Ah, there is the modesty of Harry Potter. Lad, you need to give yourself more credit. You've done a lot in the last few years,"

"Yeah, it's not easy being the captain of the Quidditch team and have top marks,"

"The only thing we need to do is find you a date," Finn teased. "Seven years and yet I have not seen you with a single girl. Have you even kissed a girl yet? It is surprising and amazing at the same time," Finn mocked as he spoke.

"How is it surprising?" Harry asked with a small smile.

"Well, you have girls throwing themselves at you and yet you haven't seemed to notice a single one of them. Are you that hard to please?" Micheal asked.

"Or is there something else in play?" Finn asked with a wink. The raven-haired wizard chuckled and shook his head.

"No, nothing like that Finn, sorry to disappoint you. I just never found the time I guess, besides it's not it will change my life drastically. Now would it?"

His friends leaned back with wide smiles on their faces. "Well, we're gonna find you someone, lad. It's your last year, you should at least be able to find someone."

"It's not necessary," Harry argued. But he knew better.

"It will happen, Harry, you know when Finn sets his mind to something, he gets it," The gray-eyed wizard chuckled.

"And that's why he had the most detention in school history. Those Weasley twins think he is a God," Harry teased back.

The Irishman chuckled. "Us Irish are a tricky bunch, it happens. It's our charm," The sound of a trolley appeared and soon there was an old woman standing at the front of their door.

"Anything from the trolley dears?" the old witch asked with a kind smile. All three shook their head and she walked away. Finn turned his head out the door and closed the door quickly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He removed a thin tube made out of paper and places it to his lips. He lit the cigarette and took a deep swig.

Both Harry and Micheal looked at their friend in disdain. "You know you're gonna get in trouble if you get caught with that,"

The Irishmen shrugged his shoulders as he removed it from his mouth. Smoke appeared out of his mouth as he spoke. "They haven't caught me yet, plus I know the route and time of the trolley," he took another hit.

"That stuff isn't good for you, you know?" Micheal stated in concern.

"Neither is getting hunted by the dark lord but you don't see Neville complaining," He tapped the paper tube and the ashes fall to the ground. He stopped on the amber quickly. "Besides if I was in his shoes, I wouldn't mind being fawned after,"

Harry arched his brow. "I don't think Neville chose to be the chosen one, you chose to smoke,"

"Same difference, plus, I can quit whenever I want. I only brought one pack," the two friends rolled their eyes, knowing better at this point. "Anyways, are you lads playing Quidditch this year?"

Micheal leaned back and smiled. "Is that even a question? Of course, this will be the year we take down Ravenclaw," Harry rolled his eyes; his friend has stated this every year and nothing has changed.

Finn took another hit before speaking, the room began to fill with the smell of smoke. "You say the same thing every year and it ends the same way every time, why is this year different?"

"Because this year, we will stop Harry from scoring," the wizard stated excitedly.

"And how will you do that?" Harry asked, intrigued.

"Ah, now that is a secret only to Gryffindors,"

"Which means, they don't have a plan," Finn mocked. A stiff punch to the arm was given instantly.

"Be quiet, it will work this year,"

"I'm just being honest," he stated as he finished his cigarette. He took out his wand and with a flick, he removed all evidence of his wrongdoing.

Harry sighed and leaned back. He stared out the window, the sky was now night and the moon shined brightly. He didn't say another word and he was soon was lost in his thoughts.

(Hogwarts, three weeks into classes)

7th year for Harry had been interesting, to say the least. He was named Head Boy, which basically means he gets a dorm all to himself. Which he didn't mind. The opening ceremony is as boring as ever, so were the classes. Snape was less of a pain this year but it was like putting a bandage on a scar.

The young man didn't get that many chances to speak to his brother, he spent most of his time with his friends or by himself. Quidditch was, however, canceled this year. Hogwarts was selected to be host to a once-famous tournament. Whatever it was, Harry did not pay much attention or didn't enough to listen.

He, along with the rest of the school, sat in the great hall with bated breaths as Dumbledore begins to announce the arrival of two schools. The young man did wonder why there was a huge commotion early, something about flying horses and a giant ship.

Harry had his thoughts interrupted as he heard the booming voice of the headmaster. "Now, please give a warm welcome to our friends from the south, the students of Beuaxbaton," the doors burst opened and a bunch of students in blue uniforms came flooding in.

The young man watched as they performed their routine, he did note that almost all of them were extremely attractive. Following behind the students was what Harry can only guess to be their headmistress. She was tall, possibly a half-giant, Harry thought.

A small bit of light caught Harry's eyes but he didn't know what it was. He looked around the room and noticed that everyone's attention was in the front of the school. He quietly slipped out of the hall.

He walked through the dark hallways and made his way to the courtyard; it caught him by surprise that there was another person already there, she was sitting on one of the walls and was looking at the sky. She seemed to be looking at the moon. She was dressed in the same blue uniforms he saw earlier. He walked over to her and suddenly felt a weird pull towards her. Like a lust he hasn't ever felt in his life.

"Excuse me, are you lost?" he asked softly. She turned towards him and he noted how beautiful her face was. All of her features were perfect.

"Leave me alone." she scoffed. "It's not like he can even understand me,"

"I understand you loud and clear," he replied back perfectly. A shocked expression appeared on her face. "Mind if I sit with you?"

The young woman relaxed and sighed. "If you want," Harry sat down next to her and stared forward. He felt nervous. He has never felt nervous, at least when it comes to girls.

"Sooo, what are you doing out here? The rest of your school is inside," Harry stated in a friendly tone, trying to break the tension. Her tones didn't change one bit.

"I don't dance, nor do I want to see people. Why are you out 'ere, isn't zis school yours? A bad 'ost never leaves,"

"Well, I am not a really social person. Besides, no one really notices me when I'm gone. As long as my grades stay the same, the teachers don't care what I did. He replied in as friendly of a tone as possible. She gave a quiet chuckle. "May, I ask why your school is coming to mine?"

The young woman looked at Harry and he noted how beautiful her eyes are. They were sparkling in the night. "Did you 'ear me?" He shook his head and he realized that he was staring a bit too long. She smirked but it quickly disappeared.

"Sorry, I got lost in thought," he lied. She didn't seem to notice.

"I said did zey not tell you?"

"Oh, well they might have said a thing or two but I never listen to what the teachers say anyways, it's just generally just filler. Or for those who follow the rules,"

"Oh, so you are a rule breaker?" she asked in an intrigued tone.

"Well, I wouldn't say that it's just that, I don't like being around others a lot like I said and a lot of our rules don't exactly say we get to be alone."

"Zat's makes two of us," Harry noticed that most of her answers were quick and she speaks in a very quiet tone.

"So what do they call you? I mean what is your name." The young man mentally kicked himself.

She scoffed once more. "People call me many zings, zee most beautiful girl in zee world, zee ice queen, a Goddess. I remember zis one boy said I was zee pearl of 'is oyster So, take your pick your pick."

"Well, what do you prefer to be called?" he asked sincerely.

She was quiet for a moment, as if no one has ever asked her that question. "Fleur, my name is Fleur,"

"Flower?"

"You are a smart one, oui eet means flower. My parents chose a fitting name, according to my family zat is." she stated coldly.

"Well, I think it's a good name,"

"Eet's just a name," the young woman stated coldly and avoided his gaze. A silence appeared between the two of them and they both looked up at the stars. The distance sound of cheering could be heard. She chuckled. "I believe zee famous seeker 'as arrived,"

"Seeker?" he asked.

"Zee one zat's plays for zee Bulgarians. Zee one zat every girl wants but cannot 'ave. Krum or whatever,"

"Why would he be here?"

She chuckled once more. "You really don't listen, do you? Zey are bringing back zee tri wizard tournament, some famous event where zee three most powerful schools come togezzer to compete for glory," Harry vaguely remembers hearing about it.

"Oh,"

"Oui, eet's ridiculous in my opinion,"

"Why do you say that?"

"Making a bunch of seventeen-year-olds goes against each other for glory? Zat doesn't sound ridiculous?"

"It does sound ridiculous." Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see the young woman looking at him. A weird expression came on her face.

"May I ask somezing?" Harry turned towards her and notice that the cold look on her face has faded a bit but her eyes still could freeze hell itself.

"Um, sure. Go ahead,"

"'Ow tall are you?"

Harry hesitated to answer the unorthodox question. "Um, 193 cm? Why do you ask?" he noticed she whispered something under her breath.

"Nozing, just curious, zat's all. So tell me, what are your interests?" he noticed a shift in her tone.

"Oh, uh, well there isn't much to tell. The only real thing is that I play the guitar," Once again she whispered something under her breath.

"What is your name?"

"Oh, it's Harry,"

"Well, eet was fun talking to you 'Arry but I must go do somezing," She climbed off the wall and brushed off her clothes.

"Oh, well, it was nice meeting you,"

She looked back and gave a small, half-cocked smile. Harry felt his heart stopped. "Likewise," With that, she walked off into the night. The young man watched as she disappeared.

"What a woman," he thought to himself.