"Where am I?" Harry looked around his surrounding, it was dark and foggy. He looked forward, a small ball of light sat not too far in front of him. Suddenly his body began to move forward, he tried to stop but he seemed to have no control of his body. As he drew closer, he noticed that there was a figure sitting next to the light; which happened to be a lantern.

The figure was dressed in a black cloak, a large scythe adored their back. The figure looked up at the young man, the face was covered but Harry could feel their eyes piercing through his soul.

"You are late, Alba." The voice of the figure was empty, almost completely hallow. It felt like he was talking to a ghost.

"Am I now? You have never been one to care about time." Harry felt his mouth moving but the voice that came out was not his own. It was deeper, but sounded sickly, like any second he would cough uncontrollably. He didn't seem to have any control of the rest of his body either.

"Everything must come to an end. We don't have much time. Remember that brother,"

"Brother? Was he talking to me?" Harry thought.

"The mortals won't be able to do anything without us saying so, do you forget who we are, Azrael? You cannot finish if I don't start. That mortal fool and his ambitious desires can only go so far against our will." Alba stated.

"Ah, yes, the 'dark lord' he is called. He can only escape my grasp for so long, the fragments of his soul are still out there. He will be punished when his day comes."Worry not brother. The hooded figure spoke.

"When are you gonna end this?"

"The mortals can hunt for our boon as much as the want, they will soon find out the cost of testing fate. When his soul becomes mine. I will make sure he will never be able to move on to the next world."

"We shall see, why must I sacrifice my mortal body, in order for you to reach your goals." Harry noted at the voice was getting more and more angry.

"You will find another body, your steed will return, and your boon will be yours once more. Patience my brother. We will get this all done. We must hurry our time is almost up." The young man watched as the figure held up its hand and snapped its finger. Suddenly the world was dark.

Harry shot up from where he was laying. His breath was heavy; he looked around and luckily he was in his dorm. The young man placed his hands on his forehead, it was drenched with sweat. The young man tried to slow down his breathing but it didn't seem to work. He didn't know why.

The sound of cooing caught his attention; he turned towards his owl who was nipping at her cage. Harry climbed out of bed and walked over, he opened the cage door and the white bird flew out almost instantly and landed on his shoulders. She rubbed her head against his. "I'm okay girl, just a bad dream that's all."

"Was it a dream though?" He thought to himself as he tried to call back his dream. It felt real, too real. Was the figure talking to him? Why didn't he sound like himself. He couldn't answer it.

Harry looked in horror as the grass of the stadium was torn to pieces. He did everything in his power not to shred a single tear. He looked at his headmaster, who was talking to the workers.

The old wizard turned around and looked at the young man. He wore a kind smile. "You wanted to see me sir?"

"Yes, as I can tell by the look on your face, you are worried about the pitch?" Harry tiled his head to the side a bit and gave the old wizard a strange look. Dumbledore chuckled. "Don't worry, it will be back to normal at the end of the year. But I wanted to ask you to do a very important task for me Mr. Potter."

"What is it sir?"

"The last task is in a month but in the mean time, a lot of the champions family members will be visiting. I would like for you to greet them when they get off the train. I will handle the rest. Can I rely on you to do that for me?" He smiled but the young man felt his stomach drop. The thought of meeting Fleur's parent scared him. But he kept his composure. He just nodded. The headmaster's smile got wider. "Perfect, they will be here in a day or two, so be prepared. You are dismissed,"

Harry nodded and made his way out of the pitch. As the young man walked back to the castle, he looked at the carriage. He sighed and made a detour towards it.

He quickly climbed the steps and as he was about to knock, the door opened and staring back at him were a pair of blue eyes who looked super confused as he held his fist in the air. The young man looked at his hand and then back at her. A smile appeared on both of their faces. "I was about to come find you," she stated. Her expression quickly became dark. "Want to go to my room?"

The wizard nodded and followed the witch inside the carriage, as he walked through the room; he felt many eyes on him. The feeling in the air was so tense that he could cut it with a knife. The pair eventually made it to the beauty's room. As he walked inside, he couldn't help but smile at the small blonde bundle who was asleep on her sister's bed.

Fleur closed the door behind him; he heard a heavy sigh leave her body. "'Arry, I 'ave to tell you somezing important,"

"Your parents are coming," he stated bluntly and she looked at him dumbfounded, but he can see that she was a little impressed.

"'Ow did you know zat?"

"My headmaster, he told me that the family of the champions are coming. I just figured that your parents are gonna be the one coming," the beauty took a deep breath and let out a side of relief; she walked over to her desk and sat down. She buried her hands in her face for a moment before looking up at the ceiling.

"I mentally prepared myself for zis and now zat I know zey are coming, suddenly, I can't zink of what to say." Harry walked over and knelt down to her level. He placed a comforting hand on her back. She smiled at the young man.

"Hey, we got this. We just have to tell your parents that their oldest daughter is dating a dirty Englishman." The pair cracked a smile and soon they broke into fits of laughter. They pressed their forehead together and closed their eyes. "We will be okay,"

"You don't know my parents, zey are just not who you zink zey are," She stated grimly. "It's not easy for me to just talk back to zem," The young woman grabbed his hand and he squeezed it lightly.

"We will be okay Fleur. We don't have to figure it out instantly." The young grabbed the side of her head and kissed her on the forehead. "We got this, together." she smiled lightly and pulled him into a hug.

Harry stared blankly as the train pulled into the station. He waved for the conductor and made his way over to the door of the compartment. He took a deep and opened the door; he watched as a short red hair woman walked out of the train car. By his best guess. It was Finn's mom.

"Hello, you must Harry," she smiled at him.

He smiled back and helped her down the train. "Finn has told me a lot about you,"

"Hopefully good things." The young man noted that her accent was a lot thicker then Finn's own. He did also notice that he looked nothing like his mother, with the except of their hair. As the woman stepped down the train, following behind her was a gruff looking man. Judging by the nose, he guessed this was Krum's father.

"Welcome to Hogwarts sir," Harry stated as he bowed down a bit. But the man seemed to ignore him as he carried his bags with him, not even acknowledging the wizard. Harry brushed it off as the next guest stepped off the train, she was older and he can tell from the ears that this was Neville's grandmother.

"Hello, welcome to Hogwarts. Mrs. Longbottom." The emerald eyed wizard stated in a friendly tone. She gave him a soft smile and he noticed she was struggling to carry her bags. He quickly grabbed them and carried them for her.

"My, you are a sweet young man. Thank you but I can carry them from here," She grabbed for her bag and Harry quickly handed it back to her. The young man turned back to the car and took a deep breath as he watched a couple walk through the door. The woman looked almost exactly like Fleur, her blonde hair was tied neatly and she didn't look like she has aged for over a century; the man on the other hand was a different story, he must have been handsome in his better days but age has caught up with him. His hair was thinning and gray and his face showed many years of aging.

The young man stepped forward and reached out a hand, they both looked at him with disgust as he pulled his hand back, choosing not to show any emotions.

"They really have this dog outside waiting for us?" The man spoke. He noted that his accent was very posh compared to Fleur's.

"Play nice Sebastian. You know how sensitive the English are,"

"May I help you with your bags? Sir, ma'am?" Harry couldn't help but smile a bit at their expression as he spoke their mother tongue to them. The pair walked down the steps and looked at him like they were looking at trash.

Fleur's mother handed him her hand bag and he quickly grabbed it. Her father did the same. "Be careful wiz zat, eet is probably worzz more zen zis entire school."

"I can see why Fleur is so scared of them," Harry thought to himself. The young man walked forward to where the rest were waiting. Making extra sure not to drop the bags in his arm.

"Will all of you please follow me?" The crowd looked at him and they all nodded, the young man lead them to the front of the castle, where his headmaster stood with the other heads and their champions. He looked at Fleur who gave him a nervous look. He noted that she wasn't dressed in her uniform but instead a white dress.

"Welcome to Hogwarts!" he stated warmly. Harry walked up to Fleur and placed down her parents bag. He looked up at her and she gave him a look of pity; he gave back a small smile. The wizard walked over next to his headmaster and stood in attention. He didn't listen to the speech, all he could focus on was Fleur. He noticed that she was very tense and as her parents stood next to her, he noticed that she was taller then the both of them, he did chuckle a small bit at this fact.

"...now I hope all of you find Hogwarts to be as comfortable as your own homes and if you need anything feel free to find either me or Mr. Potter here," Dumbledore placed a hand on the young man's shoulders.

The champions and their parents all grabbed their belongings and began to walk in their own directions. All excepts for the Delacours, who were looking at the young wizard. "Boy, can you carry our bags for us?" Sebastian stated. The young man nodded and turned towards Fleur, who looked sad and he did everything in his power not to say a single thing.

"Of course," He walked over to them and picked up their many bags, the parents looked at him with disgust as they followed Fleur and her headmistress to the carriage. Harry followed behind slowly. As they were walking, Fleur slowly fell behind to talk to him.

"I'm sorry 'Arry," she whispered, her gaze went back to her parents, who were busy talking to the giant woman.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, your parents aren't exactly gonna win the nicest people in the world award anytime soon." The beauty chuckled quietly at his bad joke.

"Zey shouldn't be treating you like a servant, eet's just not fair."

"I'll be fine, how are you gonna deal with, well you know,"

"If I 'ave an answer, you'll be zee first to know." Her attention turned back to her parents, who seemed to be wrapping up what they were talking about to the headmistress. The young woman sighed and turned to Harry. She kissed him on the cheek. "I'll see if I can see you today," she quickly whispered and made her way back to her parents.

Harry sighed and continued to walk with the Frenchmen. When they got to the carriage, Harry carefully placed the bags down and looked up at them; the Delacours faces haven't changed one bit and they didn't even thank him. Madame Maxine looked at the young. "Merci, monsieur Potter." she gave him a small smile.

The young man nodded and made his way back to the castle.

"This is what your room is like?" Her mother stated in anger at Fleur's clean room. "It is a mess, have we taught you nothing?" The older Veela went over to Fleur's desk and started organizing her desk. "What is this scarf?" The young woman looked with shock as her mother picked up Harry's scarf that was sitting right on her desk.

"It was a gift mama," That answer didn't seem to make her any happier.

"Was it from that Englishman? I saw some other students wearing the same one. Have you been friends with those people? Are you trying to taint your blood?" Fleur felt a small hand grab hers and out of the corner of her eyes, she realized it was Gabrielle.

"They are not bad people, mama." she stated bluntly.

"Not bad people? Don't tell me that you've been mingling with them." Her father stated in anger. "You know that we can never have our blood be tainted with… with the unpure." The beauty clenched her jaw tightly. She chose not to say anything.

She watched as her parents went through her stuff and with everything they found, another comment was said. Her mother then went up to her and grabbed her face. "Your skin has gonna wrinkly. Have you not been taking care of your skin. We let you go for a few months and you let everything go to shit. You have to be perfect." The young woman felt an anger rise through her and she tighten her grip on her sister's hand. Who have been through the same thing she has.

A knock then came on the door, Fleur released her sister and made her way over to the door. When she opened it, she nearly punched the person who was standing in front of her. "What do you want Pierre?"

The young man didn't say a thing to her and walked right into the room. "Good morning Mr and Mrs. Delacour. My name is Pierre and I wanted to see how your trip was?" He was speaking in a posh tone that he never spoke in before.

"Well, who might you be?" Her father asked in a nicer tone then he used with Harry.

"My name is Pierre Dubois, and I am the person your daughter fancies." He placed his arm around her waist. Fleur looked down at him and quickly walked away, but the fool quickly grabbed her hand and didn't seem like he was gonna let go.

"Dubois?" Her mother asked in an intrigued tone. "By any chance are you related to Adeline Dubois?"

"Yes that is my grandmother. She has spoke much of you," The young woman groaned in disgust. Luckily her parents didn't seem to notice. Fleur tired to loosen his grip on her hand but as he kept talking. An uncontrollable anger rose through her body. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"My, my what a lovely young man you are." her mother stated, she turned towards her oldest daughter. "Is your family still running the their business in Africa?"

"Yes, they are. We just made a million just yesterday. But that is nothing, a true gentleman never talks about business,"

"Nonsense." Her father interjected. "Is your grandfather still in the business?"

"Sadly sir, he is not, he stepped down and handed it down to my father. I am set to take over." This news seem to make Fleur's parent very happy and they look like they just won the lottery, but knowing them; they just did. The beauty dug her nails into the young man's hand but he didn't seem to want to let go. He is persistent, she will give him that.

They continued to talk about money and other high class things, Fleur just tuned out the noise. Their conversation was soon cut off by the sound of a loud roar. Everyone in the room took a step back.

"What was that?" her father asked.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you all," Pierre stated as he tried to grab her waist, the young woman quickly ripped herself away and ran towards her window. As she peered through she saw a giant eagle made of fire not too far away from the castle. "Fiendfyre" She thought to herself. The young woman thought instantly thought to one person. "Harry," She quickly ran out of the room and out the carriage.

She ran towards the source and looked at the sky, she noticed that whoever was controlling the curse, seemed to have mastered it. A million thoughts ran through her head and as she drew closer, what she saw shocked her even more. It was Harry, being surrounded by a wall of fire.

Around him were a bunch of students, who all looked terrified and an old man who was on one leg and seemed to be the teacher. Another teacher dressed in all black stood by who looked either unimpressed or terrify but won't admit it

"As you can see, Mr. Potter here has gained control of the spell. Only the most powerful witch or wizards can control this spell with it destroying everyone or everything around them." The teacher looked at the beauty. "Ah, look like we have a special guest." Harry turned towards her, his face seemed to be in deep concentration. She didn't blame him.

"Fleur, why did you…" Pierre's voice was heard but was suddenly quieted. Fleur turned around and noticed her parents and her sister was there as well and they all shared the same expression. Everyone all shared the same thought at the moment.

Harry was powerful, very powerful. "Potter you can stop that now," The young wizard nodded and all of a sudden the fiery beast disappeared. Fleur noted that it didn't even seem to face him. "Now, since we have an audience. Severus, would you mind helping Mr. Potter demonstrate on how to protect yourself?" The one legged teacher stated in a gruff tone. The teacher dressed in black rolled his eye and stepped forward, across from Harry.

The two wizard held up their wands and before the teacher could react, the young man quickly disarmed him and blasted him to the ground. Harry stood up tall and walked over to the teacher. He reached out a hand and the teacher quickly smacked it away. "You could have gone easier on me. That's 50 points from Ravenclaw."

"Sorry sir," Harry stated in an even tone. The wizard looked at the beauty, who was both impressed and a little scared of the young man right now. Fleur walked over to him and didn't care what everyone was thinking. "Hey, sorry you had to see that,"

Fleur smiled. "Remind me never to make you mad," The young man was about to go in for a hug but was quickly shoved back by Pierre.

"Don't you dare touch 'er," yelled and was about to reach for his wand but Fleur watched as his eyes quickly darted back to the Englishman's own wand and quickly backed off. The beauty took a deep breath and grabbed the young Frenchman and threw him to the ground.

"Pierre, I have told you a thousand times, if you don't leave me alone. I will rip your throat off," Fleur felt the anger rising through her body, she felt her hands starting to change.

"Fleur! NO!" Her mother's voice came through, but it went in one ear and out the other. The world started to get black again but she quickly felt a pair of arms around her. She looked at them and noticed that she was now surrounded by blue flames, the arms were being engulfed as well. The young woman sighed and fell to her knees. The arms didn't let her go one bit.

She looked at the owners and felt tears in her eyes as she noticed it was Harry. His arm were burnt but the young man didn't seem like he was gonna let go anytime soon. She was dizzy and when she looked up she noticed the teachers were looking at her with their wands drawn and the students looked even more terrified.

All of a sudden the world was dark for her.

"I'm sorry about that professor Moody," Harry stated to the teacher as he held Fleur's hand. She had a towel on her head and she was fast asleep.

"Just keep your beast in check next time," The teacher stated as he walked out the infirmary. The young man brushed off the comment and looked at his lover. He moved her hand up and kissed it gently. Completely ignoring the parents who sat across from him. They didn't say a single thing to him.

"What are we gonna do? He is just gonna keep corrupting her?" Her mother whispered. She seemed to forget that he could understand her.

"Quiet, we know he's dangerous," he tried to whisper.

"But look at her, she ruined herself. She brought shame onto the family. I can't have a daughter who is a monster." Harry glared at them and her father seemed to notice. Poppy's voice suddenly came out of no where.

"Mr and Mrs. Delacour. It will be a few hours before she's okay, I think you should get some rest and get some food to eat. We will send an owl for you when she's okay," the parents looked at the matron and then back at Harry. "I have to ask Mr. Potter a few things about what happened, so can you please leave." The parents reluctantly got up and left the room. Poppy waited until the coast was clear. She turned towards Harry and smiled. "I knew they were annoying you, so I figured you could use a moment alone with her."

Harry smiled back. "Thank you, Poppy," he looked down at the young woman, who was still asleep. "Do you know anything about Veelas?"

The old woman sighed and sat down. "Fortunately I do, I know that they can control at will when they can and cannot transform into their true self. But since she is half human, I'm sure all that magic is taxing on her body and mind when she does. I think it's better that she tries to keep calm as much as possible."

Harry stated quiet and leaned in; he kissed her on the forehead and refused to let go of her hand. "Is she gonna be okay?"

"I'm sure she will be, as long as she doesn't do that again. Do you know why she would be that mad?"

"I have no clue but my best guess is her parents and whatever that boy was doing to her," He stated in an annoyed tone.

"Hmm, well I would talk to them if I were her,"

"If only it was that easy,"

"A fragile soul isn't she, brother?" a figure dressed in red stated.

"Yes, she is. She destroys her body every time she used her power." A figure in white added. "She would make a fine host."

"The easier to destroy." The figure in red stated.

"Does the boy know of us?" A figure dressed in gray asked.

"Of course, I made it clear. He has anger and darkness in him. He would be a good successor. Especially for you Mordicai." The figure in white stated to the figure in red.

"You've been quiet, Azrael" the figure in gray stated to a figure dressed in black.

The figure in black grabbed a bunch of strings, all of them had different color to them. One blue, one light blue. "It will all come in time brothers, this time. We either end it all or we are stuck in a loop. We will have our freedom."

AN: This goes without saying but know that the views of the characters do not reflect my owns. But thank for reading