"Lord of mighty" Finn stated as he rubbed his cheek. "I have never smiled that much in one day before,"
Harry held back his laughter as he watched his friend. "Not so fun being a champion is it? You should have expected you were gonna get covered by the press," The Irishman shot him a dirty look.
"Lad, I expected the press. I DID NOT expect Rita Skeeter. She is just the worst." He stated as he be began rubbing his other cheek.
"What did you expect? She always comes to the most important events in the wizarding world. I remember she was there when my father got voted as the head of muggle relations.," Micheal stated. "She seemed to always get the first pick, even if her stories are always a little off."
"Well, the damn woman isn't a good choice. She barely asked me anything about the champion. She was more focused on if I was happy to be known as the 'most troublesome student' of this generation. She seemed to have pissed off the other champions as well." he stated with air quotes.
"What did she do?" The gray-eyed wizard asked as he ate his lunch.
"Well, for one Neville marched out of the room in like ten minutes and she also pissed off the Beuaxbaton champion in about five minutes. Krum looked like he was about to break his broomstick over her head when he left the closet."
"The what?" Harry asked. Finn turned his attention towards the Ravenclaw.
"The broom closest. She took us into the closet and asked a bunch of nonsense."
"Hmm" Harry looked down at his breakfast, lost in his thoughts.
"What the hell did she say to Fleur?" he was quickly snapped out of his thought when a hand was waved in front of him.
"Harry, are you okay mate?" The gray-eyed wizard asked in a soft tone. Harry shook his head to wake himself up.
"I'm okay, just a little tired that's all. But what do you think she asked Fleur?" the emerald-eyed wizard looked at his friend and noticed the two were looking at one another with a weird look that he couldn't explain. But he did notice a smirk on both of their face.
"Harry, what is going on with you and the Veela?" The Irishman asked in a calm tone that wasn't normal for the young man. The emerald-eyed young man looked at his friend. He didn't know how to respond.
"Nothing, nothing at all just curious that's all," Harry stated, trying to sound as natural as possible. The Irishmen rolled his eyes and chuckled.
"Lad, you've been disappearing for hours almost every day for the last few days. You are never in class and you now you're acting like this. I'm not a fool," he stated in an annoyed tone. "Did big old Harry get cursed by her charm as well?"
Harry sighed heavily. "Fine, I've been spending time with Fleur and I guess that I might have some sort of feelings for her." The emerald-eyed wizard looked up at his friends. He noticed both of them wore very similar expressions, akin to a proud father.
"Micheal, I think our little Harry is finally growing up," he stated as he rested his head on his hand.
"Indeed, he finally learned how to talk to girls," the gray-eyed wizard added. The wizard in question rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile.
"So you're not mad?" Finn struggled not to laugh.
"Mad? Why would I be mad that you managed to talk to a girl and not to mention that she is a Veela too? Lad. I am just impressed," he stated as he sat up.
Harry turned his head to his other friend. Who wore the same expression. "Mate, we just want you to be happy and if she can make you happy, go for it," The young man smiled widely.
"Thank you guys," At that moment, a newspaper tied in a bundle landed in front of them, splattering food all over the trio. The Ravenclaw took off his glasses and wiped the eggs on his lens.
Finn released a defeated sigh. "I need to get a new bird, this one doesn't know how to do anything right," he stated as he watched his owl fly away. The bird nearly crashing into another owl flying in.
"Why are you getting a newspaper this late?" The Gryffindor asked. "And when did you read?"
The blue-eyed wizard took the paper and unwrapped it; choosing to ignore the comment. "I didn't get it this morning cause I had that stupid thing to go to," He looked down at the paper and his eyes widen. "Bloody hell, that thing is real?" The other two looked at their friend with a confused look. "Lads, look at this," The young man held the paper to his friends. Harry watched as the front of the page featured a group of wizards holding a giant bow.
"A bow?" Micheal asked.
"That lads, this the bow of pestilence," he stated as if they were supposed to know what that meant. He seemed to catch on to their confused look. "When I was little, I had this book that told tales of these stories of legendary weapons and warriors. One of those weapons is the bow of pestilence. I can't believe that it is real," the young man took the paper back and stared in awe.
"What so special about a giant bow?" Harry asked.
"Lad, it is more than just a weapon, it is a tool for one of the horsemen of the apocalypse,"
"Horsemen of the apocalypse? Do you mean the story from the bible? Those are just an idea, they aren't real," the emerald-eyed wizard noted.
"Lad, it is more than just a story. They are real and this proves it. We need to get that bow," Finn stated sternly.
"One, I'm pretty sure the ministry will have that thing on lockdown and two, what are we even gonna do with it?" Micheal asked.
"Lad, if someone gets their hands on that thing, we are all doom. In my book, it states in order for you to get the weapon, you have to beat the Horseman and after that. You have one of the most powerful weapons in the world,"
"Ok, but you haven't told us what that bow can do," Harry teased with a sly smile.
Finn kept his eyes buried in to the paper and was completely mesmerized. "In my book, it states that when you shoot an arrow from the bow, wherever it lands, diseases will start to spread. It also states if it is in the hand of the right person, you can spread a plague that will affect the entire world,"
Harry felt his stomach dropped at the idea of a weapon so powerful. "Why would you want to steal that? It just sounds like a deathtrap,"
Finn looked up with a very offended look. "Lad, I grew up my entire life wanting to find those weapons and now that it is proven that it is real, I have to get my hands on them. If we can find this one weapon, maybe we can find the other three," He looked down at the paper once more.
Harry and Micheal looked at one another, they wore the same expression of fear but at the same time, they were curious. The Gryffindor turned to the Irishman. "Well, let's do it. Let's go find them once we graduate,"
Finn looked up at both of them with an almost childlike excitement. "You're serious lad?" Micheal nodded his head quickly. Harry was a little more hesitant but ultimately nodded his head as well. Finn smiled brightly. "Alright then. Let's do this,"
Lunch was soon over and the trio all got up. Harry walked slowly to the doors but was pulled back by someone. It was Micheal.
"Is everything okay?" He asked softly. The gray-eyed wizard waited until he saw the Irishman walked out of the room.
"I'm concerned Harry,"
"About what?"
"I've heard about these weapons before and they aren't something to mess with. As much as I would love to see them in person, we would still have to defeat the damn person who holds the thing. Besides I'm sure my father wouldn't be happy if we pulled a heist on the ministry."
"The Horseman?" The young man nodded his head slowly.
"I don't know if you read the article but it stated that there were a huge number of causalities just to get that bow. If a bunch of Aurors can't defeat one Horseman without losing some lives, what makes us think we can take on the remaining three?"
Harry sighed. "Why did you tell him that we would find them?"
"The bastard has never looked so happy, Harry. I was hoping as the year goes on, he would realize how dangerous it would be." Micheal glared at him with an intense.
The emerald-eyes eyed wizard nodded. "I will keep that in mind," His friend nodded and released his sleeve.
The pair walked away and went their separate paths towards their classes. The thought of hunting down weapons was a scary thought to him but he would be lying if he said he wasn't a little curious.
Fleur stared at herself deeply in her mirror. She stared at her eyes, her face, everything about her. Every one of her features, people have told her they were perfect.
"I have to be perfect in everything," She looked around her room, it was a new room. A room for the champion. It was bigger then the room she had before and she couldn't complain about the space. But she had a lot of her rights taken away.
Her telephone was taken away, she didn't have to do any more of her classes, and she wasn't allowed to go outside. She wasn't allowed to see Harry.
The young woman stood up and walked over to her bed. She sat down on the edge of her new bed and looked around the room. It felt more like a prison to her more than anything. She laid down and looked up at the ceiling.
"You cannot do this wrong Fleur, you have to be a lady, you have to be perfect," The words of her parents, her teachers, everyone; came rushing back into her mind. "Why did that woman get in my head?" Fleur thought to herself as she thought back to Rita Skeeter and her sickening smile.
Harry sat on the edge of the lake, their spot. He thought he would find her here. He always found her here at this time.
"Where is she?" He thought to himself as he looked over to the carriage. The young man took a deep breath and sighed. He stood up and began to walk away. As he looked up the steps he noticed someone coming towards him.
It was his fellow Ravenclaw, Luna Lovegood. He was never close with her and frankly, he always thought she was weird. She was smart but weird. "Hello Harry," she said softly.
"Hey Luna," He responded in a softer tone.
"Is everything okay? Your aura seemed sad,"
He raised his brow. "My aura?"
"Everyone has an aura and yours is sad. What is wrong?" Harry noted whenever she spoke, it seemed like she was about to fall asleep. It even made him sleepy.
The young man sighed. "Nothing, I just thought I could see my friend here, but I guess she is busy," He stated as he looked back down at the spot.
"Well, if you are not busy, would you like to walk with me?" She asked without a change in her tone.
He thought about it for a moment and decided 'what the hell'. "Sure, lead the way,"
The young girl nodded and began walking forward. He followed her slowly behind. The pair walked around the edge of the lake for a bit and didn't say much to one another. Suddenly she started walking into the Forbidden Forest.
The young man grabbed her shoulder and she looked back at him with a confused look. "Luna, you're not allowed to go in there. And you know that,"
Her expression didn't change. "It is safe, I promise," She stated confidently. The young man looked into the forest and was hesitant. But he was also curious. He released her shoulder and kept following her.
They walked a good while, deep into the forest, Harry grabbed his wand out just in case. The sounds of the forest around him didn't help him feel any better. They eventually made it to a clearing and the sight in front of him made him nearly dropped in fear.
They looked like giant horses but they were bony and all black with skin that almost seemed like leather. They seemed to have giant bat wings on their back. Their face wasn't much better, they almost looked like the skull of dragons. Their eyes were pure white, no pupil or anything. Harry went to raise his want but Luna quickly stopped him.
"No, it is okay, they are friendly," her calm tone made him even more scared.
"What are those things?" his voice was shaky and for once in his life he felt his resolves breaking.
"They are Threstrals, they only appear to people who have seen death," Luna's words made Harry's stomach dropped.
"Those who have seen death?" He immediately thought back to his mother, the day she died. The day he lost everything. "How can you see them Luna?"
The young girl walked up to one of the large horses and began petting it. "My mother, she died right in front of me when I was nine. I saw them on my first day of Hogwarts. I saw them pulling the carriages," Her tone didn't change one bit. Harry raised his brow.
"Pulling the carriages? I've been here for seven years, I have never seen them before," He kept his distance from them.
"You must have seen death only recently, and you have to accept it." again her tone didn't change one bit and it began to scare Harry more then the beings in front of him. But he began to thought to the end of his sixth year. When his mother died. "Who did you lose, Harry?" her voice was low but it was enough to snap him out his thought.
The young man began to slowly walk forwards towards the beast and Luna. "My mother. She died two weeks before the end of my sixth year. I left school for it,"
"I remember, I am sorry for your loss Harry. I bet she was a beautiful woman." Her tone of voice changed for the first time. It was warm.
"I appreciate it," he stepped next to the younger Ravenclaw and he noticed that the beast was a lot large then a horse. It looked natural yet unnatural at the same time. Harry didn't know how to feel about it.
"Go ahead and pet him,"
He looked at her with a doubting look. "I don't think that is a good idea,"
"It's okay, they are friendly. They have kept me company all these years,"
"That explains a lot," Harry thought to himself as he looked into the eyes of the small girl. He did note that she was pretty. Her eyes were gray and they seemed to be sad and happy at the same time. Her hair was blonde but it was dark then Fleur's own hair.
"Go ahead, he won't bite. Here let me help you," Luna grabbed his hand softly and slowly moved it towards the beast. She placed it on the snout of the Threstral and to his surprise, the skin of the beast was soft. Like silk. "See,"
Harry relaxed and began to pet the large animal. It made a soft sound. "This isn't so bad," he admitted.
"He likes you," Luna smiled and Harry kept petting the Threstral. "Where do you think we go when we die Harry?" The young girl suddenly asked.
The young man was taken aback for a moment and didn't know how to answer. He was quiet and he just looked deeply into the eyes of the Threstral. Despite not having any pupil. The beast seems to have a sad look to it, like it was in pain. "I don't know Luna, I really don't,"
"I believe we all go on to a better place, where we can watch over our loved ones and not worry for them," she stated in her sleep like tone once more.
"Yeah," Harry stated quietly, almost a whisper. He kept petting the Threstral. It was calming. It made him feel at peace.
He watched as the young girl walked over to a log and sat down. The young man followed not much later. He sat next to her and watched at the Threstrals played among themselves. He watched as a young one followed its mother around.
"These are beautiful creatures Harry," Luna stated softly. "You don't need to be afraid of them," The young continued to look at the creatures. They were definitely a ghastly sight but there was a calming presence to them.
"They really are," the young man stated softly. The pair continued to watch the animals for a while. It was Luna who was the one who broke the silence first.
"How did your mother pass away?" The emerald-eyed wizard took a deep breath and sighed.
"She died from an illness, she got sick after my father disappeared. She didn't get any better as the year went on and she passed away not long after,"
"Do you miss her?"
"Of course I do, when she died, everything changed for me and my siblings. We were forced to move out of our home. My little sister went to live with my aunt and uncle. My brother and I went to live with our grandparents," The young man held back tears and he could see the young girl looking at him out of the corner of his eyes.
"You don't need to be strong Harry," she stated in her trademark tone of voice. "It's okay to cry for the people who loved and lost."
"Hmm, I get told that all the time Luna,"
"Then it must be true then," she stated in her dreamy tone of voice.
Harry looked at the young girl and noticed that she was looking at him dead in the eyes. "How do you do it Luna? How do you go through Hogwarts with all the bullying and everything,"
"I don't care, people are all unique. Their actions do not bother me, it is because of who they are," her answer surprised the young man.
"Do you have any friends?"
"I do not but that doesn't matter to me. Some people cannot hold a conversation and I get bored very quickly,"
"So the name Loony Lovegood doesn't bother you?" Harry instantly regret asking the question as she didn't seem to be aware of the nickname that most of the school had for her.
"I did not know people called me that," her tone of voice did not change what so ever. It didn't seem to bother her one bit.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" the young girl began laughing softly.
"There is no need to say sorry, Harry. I hold no bad grudges. You didn't come up with the name and even if you did. I would not hate you,"
"This girl is really something else." Harry thought to himself as he looked at the girl. She was quirky to say the very least but time with her wasn't bad. It was refreshing to the young man.
"Look," she stated. The young man looked forward and watched as one of the Threstral opened up its mighty wings and in a moment, it began flying. The rest of the herd eventually followed, even the little ones, who seem to struggle to even stand on their skinny legs,"
The pair watched the might beasts fly into the sky. Harry noticed the sky and realized that it was dusk. "Luna, we should get back, the forest isn't safe at night,"
"There is nothing to fear about the forest. The creatures of the forest are our friends and they will only hurt us if we choose to hurt them first," She kept her eyes to the sky.
Harry sighed and stood up. "We should get going though, it is almost time for curfew and I don't want you to get in trouble,"
Luna looked at the young man smiled. "I appreciate the concern but I do not care about the meaningless point system. It just shows that we live in a world that values meaningless rewards over true value,"
Harry was taken aback by her words. "Well still, let's get going," the girl gave the young man a defeated look and stood up. She began walking without another word.
The older Ravenclaw followed her and by the time they left the forest, it was night. "Well, I had a nice time tonight Harry,"
The young man gave the girl a smile. "I did as well and I guess I have to say thank you for showing me that," he said cautiously, not wanting to offend the girl.
"It was my pleasure." she gave him a smile and her tone seemed to change slightly.
"Let me walk you back to the dorms,"
The two Ravenclaws walked back to the school together. Harry noticed a lot of people gave him weird looks for walking with her. He didn't care though. To him, Luna was more interesting than half the people at the school. Good or bad, he doesn't know at the moment.
They eventually made their way to the Ravenclaw tower. Luna turned to him and smiled. "Well, I wish you a good night and have sweet dreams,"
Harry returned the smile. "Likewise," He watched as the girl entered the tower and watched as the door closed behind her. He sighed and turned around. To his surprise, there was someone else waiting for him.
"Can I help you Laura?" he asked softly.
"Where have you been Harry?" the Hufflepuff asked in an annoyed tone.
The young man shrugged his shoulders. "I just had a talk with Luna,"
The Head Girl gave him an angry look. "Well, as Head Boy, Harry you need to stay on campus. Dumbledore wanted me to find you. He needed to talk to us about something,"
Harry kept the same expression. "Lead the way,"
The girl rolled and eyes and began to walk away. Harry followed shortly afterward.
The two didn't talk much as they made their way through the now-empty hallways. Nighttime at Hogwarts was always creepy to Harry. Despite there being ghosts and paintings that are alive, there was something else that gave the young man the chills late at night.
They eventually made it the gargoyle that led to the headmaster's office. "Lemon drop," Laura stated quietly.
The gargoyle turned and revealed a set of stairs. The two walked up and was met with a wooden door at the top. The blonde Hufflepuff knocked on the door and a faint voice called them to come in.
Laura opened the door and the two walked in. Behind the desk was the old headmaster. He gave them both a soft smile and motioned for them to sit down.
"We are sorry to be late headmaster," the Head Girl stated in a respectful tone. Harry chose to say nothing, as he felt like he did nothing wrong.
Dumbledore just smiled and waved it off. "There is no need to be sorry,"
"What did you want to talk to us about headmaster?" she asked in the same respectful tone of voice.
"Ah yes, that issue. As you both know, we are host to the Triwizard tournament and as you know, the first event is coming close. With that being said, next week there will be a special shipment of important factors to the first event and I would like to ask both of you help see that it is delivered safely,"
"Of course headmaster," Laura stated calmly.
The old wizard looked over at Harry, who just nodded.
"Excellent. With that being said, I have to trust that neither of you will tell the others what the first even will be. It is important that the champions do not know what they will be facing,"
"Of course headmaster," she stated. Once again, Harry just nodded.
"Excellent, that is all but I would like to talk to Mr. Potter for a moment," Harry gave the old headmaster a confused look but nodded.
"Of course sir," The young woman stood up. "Have a good night sir," She made her way to the door and closed it softly. It was just Harry and the headmaster now.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No, no. Of course not. I just wanted to check up on you, it has been a while since we have talk Harry," Harry nodded and looked at the wizard with a confused look. "It has come to my knowledge that your mother has passed away recently. How are you and your family taking it,"
"We are managing. We are trying to get my little sister back to live with us but that doesn't seem to be working so far," he stated in a neutral tone.
"Is it an issue with the Ministry of Magic?" Harry shook his head slowly.
"It is an issue with the muggle government, in their eyes. I am not fit enough to take care of my sister. They made her live with my aunt and uncle sir,"
"I am sorry to hear that, is there anything I can do to help with that?"
"No sir,"
"Well, I am always here to talk. But there is one more issue that I must discuss with you," Harry held his breath at what his headmaster will say. "It is evident that you are a very close friend of Mr. Murphy. I need to hear it from you that you will not give him any information about the tournament. As Head Boy, I have to trust you,"
Harry sighed and nodded. "I will not tell him, anything headmaster. I promise,"
The old wizard gave him a soft smile and nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Potter. That will be all, you may go get some rest now,"
"Thank you, sir," Harry stood up and made his way over to the door. He walked down the steps quickly and made his way back to the Ravenclaw tower.
It took him by surprise when he heard the sound of screaming as he walked past the girl's bathroom. The young man took out his wand and walked over to the door. He opened the door and walked in.
"Lumos," his wand lit up and he held it high to the sky. He noticed a first year he didn't recognize looking at him. "Is everything okay?"
The girl struggled to talk but she managed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scream. I just got lost and I-I," she struggled. Harry kneeled down to her level.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. You are safe. What made you scream?" He asked softly as he placed his hand on the shoulder of the girl.
The girl struggled to hold back tears but she managed to talk. "I got lost and I really needed to go to the bathroom and when I walked in, I saw the broken mirror and I thought there was something in here and I got scared."
"Broken mirror?" the young man raised his brow. She pointed behind her. Harry stood up and walked over to where she was pointing. He held his wand to the mirror and noticed that it was shattered and there seemed to be burn marks on the broken glass.
He touched the glass and noticed that it was a really deep burn. The wall seemed to be melted a bit. "What the hell caused this?"
The young man felt someone grabbed his arm and he looked down. It was the girl. "Can you please take me back to my dorm, please?" She asked in a scared tone. He noticed she was wearing a yellow tie.
"Of course," He stated as he gave her a comforting smile.
"Thank you," The two of them walked out of the bathroom and Harry began leading her down to the Hufflepuff dorms.
He noticed that she was holding him tightly. "How do you not get scared at this school?" she asked in a frightened tone.
The young man chuckled. "I still get scared sometimes but you get used to it, it's the teachers that should make you scared," that emitted a small laugh from the girl.
"Yeah, Professor Snape is really scary,"
"I know right?" he asked in a joking voice.
"He is, I feel like his class is really hard. But I am afraid to ask him anything,"
"Potions isn't the easiest thing in the world but you will eventually learn."
"Did you struggled your first year too?" Harry thought about it for a second.
"No, not really, I had a really easy time with all my classes."
"You must be really smart,"
"I am a Ravenclaw for a reason,"
"I don't like being a Hufflepuff, nobody really talks to us and we never have anything exciting."
"Hey, Hufflepuffs can be cool. When I was a third-year, I had this Hufflepuff that would always sneak food for me,"
"But we aren't cool. We're not smart like Ravenclaw or brave like Gryffindor. I didn't want to be in Slytherin."
"Not all Slytherin are bad you know. One of my best mates is a Slytherin and he's the champion for Hogwarts."
"Is he really?"
"Yes, and it's okay to be a Hufflepuff. You will find your place here sooner or later. I promise," The two eventually made it the entrance for the Hufflepuff dorm." Harry kneeled down to her level and smiled. "Well, here we are,"
The girl smiled. "Thank you for walking me," she suddenly hugged him and quickly went inside. The young man stood up and began to walk away.
He began to think about his sister and his family. His eyes began to water.
"I will get you back Rose, I promise,"
Fleur stared up at the ceiling. She couldn't sleep. She kept thinking.
The young sighed and stood up. She walked over to her door and walked out into the common areas. She made her way over to the silver grand piano in the center of the room. Why did they add, she will never know. But she didn't think that she needed to play some music at the moment. But that's what here heart told her to do that very moment.
She pulled out and seat and sat down. She placed her fingers on the ivory keys and the muscle memories kicked in and she began to play flawlessly. All her thoughts were gone. She wasn't thinking. She just wanted to play.
She didn't even know what she was playing. She just kept playing and playing.
The sun began to rise when she stopped. The next thing she noticed was that some of her classmates were watching her from the door of their rooms. They weren't mad. They weren't annoyed. They all seemed to be amazed.
Was it the charm of her heritage or was it her playing? She didn't know and she didn't care. The young woman just got up and walked back to her room and didn't say a single word to anyone.
Harry stood quietly in the dark. The area was lit by torches and lamps and there were a lot of workers running around. He watched as the workers ran around the area like chickens with their heads chopped off. They seemed nervous. Very nervous.
The young man looked over at his female counterpart. She was pacing back and forth. She seemed to be as nervous as the workers.
"What are they bringing here anyways?" He thought to himself. He looked up at the night sky and got lost in his thoughts.
The last two weeks were hard for Harry. He missed Fleur. He didn't think that he would miss talking to her that much. But he did. He was worried for her. He went back to their spot every night, hoping that she would be there. But she never showed up. He eventually gave up and lost hope.
He was snapped out his thoughts when the sound of roaring arrived. He turned his head towards the sound and the sight he saw made his stomach dropped.
Dragons. The first event were dragons. Harry held his breath as he watched four large cages soured through the night.
He could hear yelling. It was the workers. They all got in their positions and everyone was ready for the task at hand. Harry turned his head towards Laura. She seemed very nervous.
Harry stepped back a bit. The four cages were slowly lowered to the ground and instantly, four giant jets of fire shot out from the cages. The sheets that were covering the cages were immediately burned to ashes. He got a good view of the dragons. A common green, a Chinese fireball, a Swedish Short Snout, and to his surprise, a Horntail.
Harry stepped back farther. He watched as the dragon handlers tried their best to control the beasts. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed something. A very large figure. He turned his head and noticed someone that shouldn't be there.
Harry took a deep breath and walked over to the figure who was trying to hide behind the trees. As he got closer, he noticed that it was his old friend. Hagrid.
He took out his wand and lit the tip. He held his wand to the forest, revealing the giant man. "Hagrid, what are you doing here?" he asked sternly.
"Oh, hey Harry, what are you doing here?" the giant asked in a friendly tone.
"I was asked to be here by Dumbledore. What are you doing here?" He looked at his friend and noticed that his hair was combed and he wore a sunflower on his robe. "Hagrid, why did you comb your hair?"
"Oh, I- uh," the sound of a snapping twig caught the attention of the young man. He watched as a leg magically appeared out of thin air. Harry stepped over to where the leg was and grabbed the air. He pulled back a cloak and soon it was revealed to be Neville, who looked terrified to see the Ravenclaw.
Harry looked at Hagrid and then looked at Neville. He wore a very stern and annoyed look. "What the bloody are you two doing here?" he asked in an angry tone.
Neville couldn't speak. Hagrid was the first to speak. "Alright, Harry you got us. I wanted to see the dragons and I thought I would help Neville out with his challenge and-" Harry cut off the man.
"So you're telling me that you were gonna help Neville cheat?" He asked in an annoyed tone.
"Well, that wasn't the plan but," Harry shot an angry look to both of them.
"Both of you, get out of here now before all of us get in trouble." Harry looked at Hagrid, who wore a very sad expression. "I won't tell professor Dumbledore but don't this again, do I make myself clear?" They both nodded. "Now. Both of you get out of here and I'm keeping this cloak. I need to have a talk with Adrian." Harry threw the cloak over his shoulder and watched as the chubby boy got up and began to run away. The giant man stayed, however.
"I am really sorry, Harry I-"
"I'm not mad, Hagrid. I know how much you love dragons, don't think I forgot when I helped Adrian smuggle your pet three years ago. But it isn't fair for the other champions if Neville knows and they don't. Do me a favor and tell Finn. He deserves to know,"
"I will, I will," He stated quickly.
Harry nodded slowly. "Now, get out of here," the giant turned around and walked away quickly. The young man sighed and looked down at the cloak.
"I have to tell Fleur,"
The night couldn't have ended any quicker. Harry held the cloak close to his body and made his way over to the carriage. He hid behind a tree and waited for someone to open the door so he could sneak in.
However, something caught his eyes once again. He looked over and he noticed the headmistress of Beauxbatons coming out of the forest.
"What was she doing out there? Did she-" Harry grinded his teeth at the thought of Hagrid doing something that stupid. "Why am I surprised?"
The young man placed the cloak over himself and walked to the door of the carriage. He waited to the side of it and not long after the giant woman walked up the stairs and into the carriage.
He followed in quickly and was surprised by the sight inside. He looked around and noticed beautifully decorated the room was. The walls were decorated with fine art and a giant chandelier hung over the center of the room. He looked down and noticed a silver grand piano in the center.
Harry quickly snapped out of his trance and continued to follow the giant woman, she walked up a few steps and stopped at a silver door. Written on the door in french was 'the champion's room'. Harry held his breath as the woman knocked on the door. Not long after, the occupant of the room opened the door and he felt his stomach dropped, it was Fleur.
The giant woman walked inside and Harry followed quickly before she could close the door. The two started talking and he could understand every word.
"The first task will have you fight dragons," The headmistress stated.
Harry watched as the young woman raised her brow in confusion. "How do you know?"
"It doesn't matter, starting tomorrow, you will begin training for the event. We only have two weeks before the first event and we have to get you ready,"
Fleur just nodded and the headmistress walked over to the door and out the room. The beauty closed the door and let out a heavy sigh. As she walked over to her bed. Before she could sit down, Harry quickly removed the cloak and the young woman looked over in shock and grabbed the first thing she could as a weapon. It happened to be a hairbrush.
He placed his hands up in defense. "I know you don't want to see but-" to his shock, she didn't say a word and quickly ran over. She hugged him tightly. He returned the hug.
He buried his face into her hair and she held him tighter. They stayed like this for a good while. They eventually pulled away. "'Ow did you-" The young man smiled and held up the cloak.
"Gift from my father," The young woman smiled and hugged him tightly once again. "I missed you Fleur,"
"I missed you too," They pulled away.
"What happened? Why aren't you at our spot anymore?"
The young woman sighed. "Eet's my 'eadmistress. She doesn't want me going out because she's afraid someone will 'urt me,"
"That's stupid,"
"I know. But zere isn't anyzing I can do about eet." The young woman looked away for a moment then stared at the young man in the eyes. "But I'm glad you're 'ere," she smiled brightly.
Harry just smiled and hugged her once more. She returned the hug with an even tighter one. She pulled back and looked at him. He noticed that her eyes were sparkling. He placed a hand on her cheek, she grabbed it and pressed against it.
"I am really glad you are 'ere," without thinking, Harry leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. She kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt the same shock as before but this time it was stronger. Way stronger.
He was the first to pull away, even though he felt like she didn't want him to. He looked at her and noticed her eyes were shining more. "I'm sorry I did that," he whispered.
She smiled widely. "Kiss me you fool," She pulled him in and they locked lips once more.
He has never felt so happy.
Two weeks has never passed by so quickly for Fleur ever before. Her training was harsh and she was just glad that it was all done and she can finally face the challenge.
The young woman held her breath as she stood inside the tent. She looked around the room and noticed that most of the other champions were handling the task in their own ways. The tall redhead was sitting in the corner thinking to himself. Krum was pacing back and forth. While the boy, who she learned is named Neville, looked like he was about to pass out. She walked to the back of the room and stood against the back of the tent. She closed her eyes and before she knew it, she was pulled out of the tent. She reached for her wand. But relaxed when she realized it was only Harry.
The young woman smiled and hugged the young man quickly. "You could just 'ave called me you know," she teased.
"It wouldn't have been as fun," he smirked. She just smiled and hugged him again. They pulled back and he held her hand softly.
"Are you ready?"
"As ready as I can be to face a dragon," He cupped her cheek and she rested against his hand. She enjoyed the touch and she felt relaxed.
"You'll do great, I'll see you when this is all over," They hugged once more and he quickly walked away when they separated. The young woman slipped back into the tent and was surprised to find the reporter from before inside.
She looked around and noticed that there was a girl with curly brown hair next to Neville. She didn't say anything and went next to the other two champions.
Not soon after, the head of schools and government officials walked in. "Alright champions the time has come, this is a moment only the four of you can truly appreciate," the Hogwarts headmaster stated in an excited tone. "Now your task is to retrieve a golden egg that will be guarded by a very real and very dangerous dragon. You do not need to defeat the dragon, you just need to retrieve the egg. Now, Mr. Crouch, would you do the honor?"
The beauty felt a hand placed on her shoulder. She looked towards the hand and noticed that it was her headmistress. She kept quiet and listened to the officials, though she began to zone out at the thought of facing a dragon.
She only snapped out of her trance when she heard her name being called. "Are you okay Ms. Delacour?" the official with the mustache asked.
"Oui," she stated quickly. The official smiled and held a small bag in front of her. She reached inside and quickly pulled out a small green dragon.
"The common Welsh green." The official stated. He then moved over to the other champions. Krum pulled out a small red dragon, the tall redhead pulled out a yellow dragon, and Neville pulling out a pure black dragon. A Horntail. The young man looked pale as a ghost.
Dumbledore spoke up in a loud town. "Now that is all settled, Mr. Murphy, you will be up when you hear the sound of the can-" the headmaster was shut off when the sound of cannon cut through the air.
The young woman took a deep breath and readied herself.
The French beauty listened to the cheer of the crowd and felt her heart dropped when the sound of the cannon that marked it was her turn rung through the air. The young woman stood up and walked slowly to the front of the tent. She stood at the front of the tent; her whole body shook.
"Good luck," she turned to the voice and looked at Krum. He was standing next to her with a kind smile.
"Merci," she took a deep breath and walked out of the tent. The light blinded her for a moment and she could hear the cheers from the crowd. She looked around the arena. There were several large rocks all around the area and in the center of the arena was a large, very angry looking dragon.
The beast looked at the beauty and quickly shot out a large jet of fire. Fleur quickly ran behind a rock and felt the heat around her. She readied her wand and breathed heavily.
"You can do this, you can do this," She peeked over the corner for a moment and looked at the dragon. It immediately shot out a jet of fire. Fleur moved back behind the rock. She looked at her wand and with all her courage, made her way out of the rock. She ran towards the dragon and like before it shot out a jet of flame. She pointed her wand at it and quickly casted a shield charm.
She watched as the jet of fire continued to flow around the shield. The dragon stopped its jet for a moment and then released another jet of flame.
Despite all of her effort, Fleur felt her shield began to break. She knew she made a mistake. Before she knew it, her shield break and flames began to engulf her body. To her surprise. The flames did not hurt her.
She looked around her and gasped as the flames harmlessly bounced off of her. Soon the jet stopped and all she could hear was the sound of shocked gasp from the crowd. She turned at the dragon and it wore a very shocked and angry look. It readied another jet of flames but the young woman quickly dove behind another rock.
She leaned against the rock and looked up at the stands. She looked around the noticed that all eyes were on her. Some wore concerned looks and some wore look of lust, even in time of danger, her heritage never failed her.
She readied her wand and quickly moved out from behind the rock. She pointed the wand at the dragon but something else caught her attention.
"You have to be perfect, stop messing around," She doesn't know who said that but it lit a wave of anger inside of her. She felt her entire body engulfed in flames, she looked into the heart of the flame and took a deep breath. She looked at her hands and like before, her hand formed into claws.
The young woman just let her heritage take over and the next thing she knew, she was watching the world from a different point of view. As if she was watching her own body from the eyes of someone else.
"Get the egg, you just have to get the egg," She didn't remembered her actions. All she remembered was that she ended up with the egg in her hand. She looked behind and noticed a very injured and a barely alive dragon. The crowd was silent. Dead silent. She looked at the judge's stand and suddenly the world went black for her and she fell backward.
She felt her body falling backward and before she knew it, she was out.
(Harry's point of view)
Harry sat down next to Micheal, who happened to have found a seat close very close to the actions.
"Where were you mate?" His friend asked as he took his seat.
"I just had to wish someone luck," he stated bluntly.
His friend rolled his eyes and smiled. "Well, you almost missed the actions." The gray-eyed wizard turned his head towards the arena. "Look, Finn is walking out," Harry turned towards the scene and noticed the Swedish Short Snout was already out there.
"That is one very angry looking dragon," the emerald-eyed wizard stated.
"How do you think he will handle it?"
"Knowing Finn, he will do something very stupid that somehow works." Suddenly their conversation was cut off when the sound of a jet of fire appeared. The young man turned and watched as the action unfolded.
The Irishman quickly went behind a rock and moved around the arena very quickly. He moved so quickly that the dragon couldn't seem to be able to catch up to him. Harry watched as Finn got behind the dragon. He pointed his wand at the egg and seemed to have casted a spell but nothing happened.
Harry felt his friend leaned over to him. "Did he really think accio would work?"
"I guess he did," The Ravenclaw watched as his friend moved around trying to get the egg. The dragon looked at him and shot another jet of flame. Finn dodged the flame and hid behind another rock. Harry watched as Finn held out his hand and suddenly the egg flew into his hand.
To the shock of the crowd, Finn won the challenge. The Irishman quickly ran out of the arena and went into a side tent, that was the medical tent. The dragon handlers ran out and quickly got the dragon under control.
Harry and Micheal stood up and walked up the steps to go find their friend. "What the hell did he just do?" The Gryffindor asked in shock.
The Ravenclaw shrugged his shoulder. "I don't know, but that wasn't accio," The two made their way to the medical tent and as they reached the tent. They could hear the matron talking to him. They waited before she finished talking before walking inside.
Harry watched as Finn sat on the bed looking at the egg in shock. "Well that was quite the show wasn't it," the emerald-eyed wizard teased. The Irishman looked at him and smiled.
"Glad you lads could get the show," The trio gave each other high fives and they all shared a laugh.
"What the hell did you do?" Micheal asked.
Finn shrugged his shoulder. "I don't know what to tell you, I just held out my hand and the egg just came flying. I didn't say anything or think of anything. It just came to my hand."
"Well whatever you did, it worked," Harry teased. The sound of a cannon shot through the air.
Finn looked a Harry with a sly looked. "Get out there, your girlfriend is up next,"
The young man rolled her eyes. "She's not my girlfriend,"
"Whatever you say, you lads go on ahead, I don't think Madam Pomfrey will be happy if I left before she could treat me,"
The two friends left the tent and made their way back to their seats. They made it just in time. "Look, it's your girl," Micheal teased the young man.
Harry just rolled his eyes and focused on the beauty. He was nervous. He didn't want her to be hurt. He watched as she hid behind a rock and seemed to be stuck.
His heart dropped as she dove out from behind the rock and used a shield charm and stood in the heart of the flame.
"That isn't a smart idea," Micheal whispered. Harry didn't listen. He kept his eyes on the action. Suddenly she was soon engulfed in flame and the crowd all released a shocked gasp. He had to mustered all his strength to not jump into the pit.
It was a moment of relief when the jet died down and she was unscathed, minus just her clothes being burnt. "I guess that's her Veela blood coming into play," he thought to himself.
He watched the rest of the action in horror. But he, like the rest of the crowd, could not have planned what happened next. She was engulfed in another jet of flame but when it died down, it wasn't Fleur. In her place was a monster. A creature that he never thought he would ever see. Her once blonde hair was replaced by long main of white feather. In place of her hands were now razor sharp claws and a pair of wings slowly came out of her back. The dragon slowly stepped back.
"What the hell…." he heard his friend whispered. Harry watched as she lunged towards the dragon and starts starching into the dragon's neck and face. She moved so fast that it was hard to keep up. The only thing he knew next was she grabbed the golden egg and the dragon collapsed. Barely alive. The creature in front of him flapped its great wings and landed on the rocks. The body was engulfed in blue flames and soon Fleur was back to her beautiful self.
Harry looked at the beauty. He noticed that she seemed to be very confused like even she didn't know what happened.
Suddenly she collapsed and the only thing he could remember was him running to the medical tent as fast as he could.
Fleur shot opened her eyes and sat up as quickly as she could. She gasped and looked around her. A pair of hands grabbed her shoulders. She looked up at the owner of the hands and were met with emerald orbs.
He was saying something but she couldn't hear him, all she did was hugged him tightly. She slowly began to hear what he was saying. "Shh, it's okay, you're safe now," he whispered quietly. The beauty pulled back and looked around the room.
They were alone. "What 'appened?"
He looked at her, his face didn't show it but his eyes had a look of fear. "Uh, you, you turned into a-" Fleur couldn't hear what he said next. She just dove into his arms and began to cry uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry, 'Arry." He just held her tighter, not saying a word. "I'm a monster," he pulled her back and stared at her in the eyes.
"You're not a monster Fleur," he stated with an intense look in his eyes. "You're just as beautiful as the day I met you,"
She began to cry harder. "No, I'm not, I'm a monster," Suddenly she felt his hand on her cheek. She grabbed his hand like before and looked at her in the eyes.
"You're not a monster, you aren't." She felt him pull her in and welcomed the touch of his lips. She kept crying but the soft touch of his lips made her feel safe. He pulled back and pressed his forehead against her.
She closed her eyes and welcomed his touch. She slowly opened her eyes and he opened his. "What happened out there?" he asked softly.
"I-I don't know. I just heard someone say I 'ad to be perfect and I just. I just got angry," she felt more tears coming, she tried to hold it back but failed.
"Do people tell you you have to perfect?" She kept crying but nodded yes. "How does that make you feel?"
She took a deep breath. "I'm not perfect 'Arry. I'm a monster. I can never be perfect,"
He lifted her head up by her chin. He stared intensely into her eyes. "You don't have to be perfect. You never have to be perfect. There is nothing wrong with you, you are not a monster."
Fleur cried harder and pulled him in for another hug. He hugged her tighter, which only made her cry harder. "'Ow can you want me? 'Ow can you want a monster?"
He pulled back and cupped her cheek. "Kiss me, you fool," he pulled her in for a kiss and she welcomed it with open arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. She kept crying but she was happy. She was happy.
AN: Jesus that took a long time. Anyways a lot of huge plot points were mentioned in this. I don't have much to say. All I can say is thank you for reading. :)
Also "Embrasse-moi, imbécile" means kiss me, you fool.