"You okay there mate?" Harry asked as he looked down at his friend, who was covered in cuts and bruises. "You were never a looker but you look worst for wear right now,"

The Irishman chuckled and leaned his head back. "If I'm being honest with you, lad. I don't think I am ever gonna be swimming ever again." The two shared a laugh. Harry tapped his friend's leg softly and made his way out of the tent.

The crowd has died down and everyone seemed to have gone back to whatever else they had planned for the day. The standings too a massive change. Fleur was now in first, followed Finn, Krum, and Neville in dead last.

The young man didn't really care, as he walked down the steps, he couldn't help but notice Luna sitting at the bottom of the step, still soaking wet. Harry sighed and walked over to her. He took off his coat and placed it around her shoulders. This took her by surprised as she looked back at him.

"You're gonna catch a cold you know." He sat down next to the younger Ravenclaw.

"I will not, the weather is nice today," The young man looked up at the gloomy sky and then backed at her. By this point he knows not to question anything that she does.

"How are you feeling?"

"Neville is a very poor swimmer but I can say that the event was fun. How is Fleur?"

"She's fine, I think her sister is a little shaken up but the two of them will be okay for the most part." The wizard looked around the area and took a deep breath. "What do you think of this competition Luna, be honest,"

"I think it is a good show of character and it is fun to watch. Games are always fun,"

"Do you think that you'll be a good champion if they ever bring it back?"

"I cannot say I will be but I think that I will always watch whenever I get the chance."

"Hmm, the more I think about it, the more I feel like I should have joined. Everyone is telling me that I would have won it,"

"You should have." She stated bluntly.

"Thanks Luna,"

The young girl stood up and looked at her friend. "I have to get going Harry. Thank you for the coat." Without another word, the young woman walked away. Leaving Harry stunned.

A small chuckle came from behind him. "Luna is interesting isn't she," The Ravenclaw turned around and found a handsome young man walking towards him. His yellow scarf wrapped around his neck.

"You're one to talk Cedric," The sixth year sat down next to his senior.

"I will be honest with you, I was hoping to be selected. Then again, I had to deal with you and Finn so I don't think that would have been great."

"I didn't enter,"

"Everyone knows, the other schools are relieved. Ours was disappointed. But I'm sure you had your reasons," The Hufflepuff picked up a rock and threw is forward. "I do want to know, are you gonna take that offer from the English team when you leave?"

"The national team?"

"That's the one,"

"I don't know right now honestly,"

"Well, I will say that having a chaser as good as you might help us win a world cup. Heaven knows how much pain you caused us,"

"I am not that good," Harry stated as Cedric looked at him with shock.

"Six straight house cups and you're 'not that good'. Sometimes it good to be a little cocky Harry." The young men shared a laugh and reminisced over their time in their favorite sport. "So I want to know, how is it like having a girlfriend?"

"Excuse me?"

"I know you Harry, you never dated anyone but the first girl you date is a Veela? You were playing the long game huh?".

"It's strange I will say but at the very least, it is something that is new. Fleur is everything I could ask for. She's smart, kind, and honest."

"I would hope so, everyone knows by now you two are dating. That showing at the Yule ball was obvious."

"You dating anyone?"

"Cho, she's your seeker,"

"Ah, she is talented but she could use a little more work on her technique." Harry teased, Cedric shot him a dirty look.

"I guess it doesn't really matter what she does when you're scoring 300 points a game. Remember when you used the bludger to knock off Vincent from his broom?"

Harry laughed at the memory. "Wasn't that my fifth year?"

"I think so, but I couldn't help but laugh when I saw it," The pair's conversation was cut short when a very frantic Adrian ran towards them.

"Harry!" The older students stood up and looked at the younger Potter, who seemed to have been running for miles.

"Adrian? What's wrong?"

"You need to come see this!" Without saying another word, Adrian quickly ran off and the two Quidditch stars ran after him.

"Tell me what's going on?" Harry shouted as he kept running after his brother, who still refused to say anything to his older brother. Either out of exhaustion or desperation. He eventually led them to the dark forest.

"He's- oh no," Adrian kept running and when they followed, to their horror they found an unconscious Krum. The young man ran to the Bulgarian's side. Harry looked at the pair and looked around the area. Nothing seemed out of the sort.

"Adrian, what is going on?"

"It was Mr. Crouch. Viktor and I were just talking and then he came out of nowhere and just started saying random things. When we tried to help him, he just said that 'it was all his fault' and that 'the dark lord is coming'. He said to ask for Dumbledore so I ran to try to find him but I found you instead," The younger Potter explained as he tried to catch his breath.

"What? I don't see Mr. Crouch anywhere,"

"Listen to me Harry, I need you to talk to Dumbledore,"

Cedric leaned in to Harry's ear. "You go find Dumbledore, I'll stay here with him and make sure that Krum is okay," The Hufflepuff went over to Adrian and the pair started to lift up the seeker.

Harry sighed and made his way over to the castle. As he was walking through the grounds, he noticed something that caught his eyes. It was professor Moody. Carrying a shovel. "What the hell?" The Ravenclaw walked over to the old Auror, as he walked closer; the two locked eyes.

"Potter," The old teacher stated in his gruff tone. The Ravenclaw looked at the shovel and noted that it was recently used.

"Kinda a weird time to be digging isn't sir?"

"Mind your business," The old Auror took out his flask and quickly downed its content. Harry looked at it and noticed it looked awfully familiar.

"Teachers shouldn't drink sir," he stated blankly.

"Are you always this nosy, Potter? You are nothing like your brother,"

"My father spoke highly of you Moody, he said you were always a gruff but you knew what you were doing. The most famed Auror of our time. He didn't mention you had a drinking problem," Harry walked closer to the old teacher. Who seemed to be reaching for his wand. Harry reached for his as well.

"I don't give a damn about your father. He was nothing in the rank of the Aurors." Harry noted his short and choppy sentences. "I got to get going," The teacher tried to walk past Harry. But the young man didn't move a budge. "Move Potter, or I will give you detention,"

"I'm just confused, I thought you would remember me. Don't you remember the nickname you gave me when I was a kid?" The Ravenclaw walked closer to the teacher and looked down at the man, Harry was barely taller then the man.

Harry noted that the old wizard seemed to be tense from the beginning. "I don't have time for games,"

The Head Boy backed up and placed his hands up. "My mistake sir," Moody grunted as he limped away from the young man. Harry watched as he walked off, noting that he didn't even look back at the young man.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Come on in," A voice called out through the door. Harry walked into the headmaster's office and looked at the old wizard who sat at his table, a smile came on his face at he looked at his favorite student.

"Ah, Harry, how may I help you today?" His eyes glistened through his half moon spectacles.

"Sir, Adrian said that Mr. Crouch wanted to talk to you and that he was being weird earlier."

"That is strange, I didn't see him at all this morning, thank you for telling Harry, I will look into this," The old head master reached for his bowl of lemon dropped. Harry politely declined and sat down.

"There is one more matter I wanted to talk to you about," the old wizard raised his brow. "I was talking to professor Moody and he seemed off,"

"How so, my child?"

"He was carrying a shovel and when I talked to him he seemed like he had something to hide. I don't know what is going on but it is something. He always didn't seem to remember my father,"

"That is right, James and Alastor worked together for many years in the Department. If I remember correctly, you used to always hang around him?"

"Yes, that is why it is strange to me, he could have just forgot but he isn't exactly one of those people to forget, now is he?"

"Hmm, I will have a talk with him. Thank you for letting me know,"

"Not a problem professor." As the young man stood up, the old headmaster spoke up.

"Oh, Harry before I forget, Madame Maxine requested to see you,"

Harry arched his brow in curiosity. "The headmistress of Beauxbaton?"

"Yes, she would like to see you as soon as possible,"

"I'll make my way there as soon as possible,"

Harry looked up at the door of the silver carriage, he took a deep breath and knocked. It was funny to him that instead of the usually sound a door would make, it was instead a soft melody. The door opened instantly and stood before him was a boy, who looked at him with disdain.

"What do you want, you English dog?" the young man chuckled to himself.

"I'm Harry Potter, your headmistress requested to see me?" Just as he said that, the giant woman appeared from behind the boy.

"That's enough Pierre, he is our guest," The boy sheepishly moved out of the way and the giant woman motioned for the young man to come inside. As the wizard walked through the carriage, he looked for one familiar face, funny enough she was sitting on the piano with the smaller version of her. The pair locked eyes and Harry did everything in his power not to laugh at her expression.

He was lead up the stairs and into the headmistress office. He took note that the room was larger and the one window seemed to be looking out onto the lake. "Would you like anything to drink or eat?"

"I am good, but thank you," He watched as the woman closed the door behind him and motioned for the young man to sit down. He obliged and sat down in front of her desk. "Am I in trouble?"

The giant woman put her hand up. "No, no. I merely wanted to ask you a few things. It has come to my knowledge that you are dating the champion of my school. Is that correct?"

"It is," he coldly stated.

"I must say, I am impressed by your french. But no the reason I ask is I wanted to know what are your intentions with her?"

"I am not sure I know how to answer that, madame."

The woman chuckled. "I know you have stayed the night with her," Harry felt a weight drop in his stomach. "I am not mad, I am rather happy for Fleur. She is my best pupil. She will bring back glory to our school. But I wanted to ask you that question, cause I know what you are,"

"And what would that be?"

"You're human. You're a human. Do you know what I am?"

"A giant, at least part,"

"Dumbledore was right about you, you are rather brash. Quiet but brash. Humans are evil creatures. They will kill anything that isn't," she paused for a moment, as if all the painful memories were coming back to her all at most. "Isn't normal. Fleur is not like me, she isn't a giant. But she is a Veela and that makes her non-human in the eyes of the world. But unlike my people, her people are used as trophies. I know of the Delacours and I could have easily told them about your relationship. But it is not my place to tell. But I guess Fleur might have told you about her family and what they see her as?"

Harry sighed and nodded. The answer seemed to be enough for giant. "Then you know how proud they are, I did my research. The house of Potter is a rather powerful one in the wizarding family. A strong pure blood family. The Delacours on the other hand, well they're as old as France itself. Muggles. Old fashion to say the least. I don't think they even know that their granddaughter is a witch. So I want to know want to know, what are your intention with Fleur?"

The Englishman looked at the woman. Her glare didn't seem to turn away from his. He sighed and leaned back. "My intention is that I want to be with her and be there for her. If that isn't a good enough reason, I don't know what is,"

Madame Maxine sighed and stood up. She turned towards the window and placed her hand behind her back. "The truth is my child, you are too young to know what it was like for us non-humans. We have been persecuted all of our lives and I would hate that for Fleur. She is someone who has more pressure on her shoulders then you might think. Fleur is young, she is beautiful. Men will want her until the day she dies. But she chose you of all people, an Englishman who she might not ever see again. But she did. 'Perfection is key', that is what she has been told all her life. I cannot say that I am innocent, I have put pressure on her as well, but I know she can succeed. So I have to know, do you love her?"

Harry took a deep breath. "Will this matter?"

"It's a simple yes or no question, my child," the woman turned her head to look at Harry slightly.

"Yes, I do. I genuinely do." The young man could notice a faint smile on the woman's face.

"You are dismissed." The young man stood up and began walking towards the door. But the headmistress seemed to have one finally word to say. "By the way, you can use the front door now, you don't need to keep sneaking in. I will say I am impressed on how you do it,"

The young man chuckled and left the room. It took him by surprise when he came out to a room full of students looking at him. One in particular stood out to him. The wizard sighed and made his way over to her. Fleur walked up to him with a stunned look and before she said one thing. He just grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. A sea of gasps came out. He didn't care and she didn't seem to care either. He pulled her in closer by the waist and he was the first to pull back. "Let's go into your room,"

"WHAT ZEE HELL WAS ZAT?!" Harry chuckled as he noticed her accent was heavier when she was yelling.

"Swear," Gabrielle said in a soft tone.

"Sorry, Gabby," Fleur turned her attention back to Harry. "Why were you just talking to my 'eadmistress, am I in trouble? Are you in trouble?" The young man couldn't help but smile at how cute she was when she worried for him. He sat up and pulled her down by the waist onto the bed with him. "'Arry, we can't do anyzing." The older Veela looked at her sister who was sitting at her desk with the widest grin on her face. "Gabby is 'ere," Fleur whispered.

"We're not in trouble, she just wanted to ask me a few things, but just know I don't have to sneak in anymore," A large smile came on the young woman's face and she leaned in to kiss him but stopped herself.

"Gabby close your eyes" The young girl pouted and did as told. The older Veela gave the young man a quick peck on the lips. "I don't know what you said, but I don't care,"

"It's a long story. But yeah, you will be seeing more of me,"

"I don't mind," Fleur stated with a wide smile and leaned in for another kiss but the pair was interrupted by a large weight being dropped on them. Harry groaned in pain and Fleur did the same. The little girl who was responsible for causing their pain just laughed. "Gabby, why did you do that?"

"I got this," The pair sat up the older sister stood up, while he young man picked up the little Veela and placed her on his lap. "You were very brave in the last challenge."

"The water was really cold, but Fleur was really brave!" Harry looked at the woman in question, who was still rubbing her back. "Do you have a pony?"

The young man laughed and looked at his lover. She just shrugged her shoulders as she walked into the bathroom. "I don't have a pony but I do have an owl, I'll let you meet her sometimes."

"Yay! Fleur said you were really handsome, do you think she's pretty?"

"Fleur is very pretty,"

"Has she gotten fatter?"

"I CAN HEAR YOU!" Fleur's voice rang through the door. Harry laughed while Gabrielle had a look of embarrassment on her face.

"I think your sister is-" he stopped for a second and chose his next words carefully. As he remembered what he was told. "I think Fleur is fine, just the way she is." The young man leaned in and whispered into the little girl's ear. "Don't call your sister fat, or she will hurt the both of us," The younger Veela covered her mouth and nodded. Fleur eventually returned from the bathroom.

She looked at the pair and a smile came on her face. "Gabby, go take a shower, it has been a long day."

"But I don't want to," she pouted.

"Gabby…" Fleur sternly stated and the expression that made even Harry jump a bit. The little did as told and went to the bathroom. The older sister sighed and watched as the door closed. Her attention turned back at the young man. She smiled and climbed on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped his around her waist. "Now, what were you two talking about?"

"I can't tell you," Fleur rolled her eyes.

"Secrets aren't fun you know,"

"Hmm, these lips."

"Hmm, I know how to loosen zem." The young woman leaned in and kissed him. He deepened the kiss the pair stayed like that for a good while. The need for air overpowered them. "'Arry, I just wanted to let ask you somezing." Harry raised his brow. "Would you ever judge me for anyzing?"

"No," he answered without a second beat. "I love you, Fleur and-" he felt like an iron ball was dropped in his stomach and he watched as the young woman's eyes opened widely. "Fleur I-" she quickly quieted him with her lips and the pair fell back onto the bed. The young man turned her onto her back and the pair refused to separate from one another.

"I love you too," She stated in between kisses.

AN: Good news, I will be trying to update as much as I can. Also i am trying a new writing style so tell me how it is. Thank for reading.