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Harry Potter and the Smallest Change.
Chapter 42. Fifth Year, Part 2. 1995.
The next morning, Harry sat in a cabin with Susan and Holly in the Hogwarts Express after saying their goodbyes to their parents and Fleur.
Harry's goodbye to Fleur took much longer than the girls', though they both knew they would see each other on weekends.
The trip was uneventful, apart from Harry's other friends' displeasure at him moving into NEWT classes with the sixth years.
A new professor sent by the Ministry named Dolores Umbridge became the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Harry saw an unhealthy gleam in her eye as the pink clad woman stared at Neville, the Headmaster, or himself.
Whenever possible, he stayed away from the woman. In his first class with her, she made her disgust evident that he had managed to cheat his way into skipping a year.
During her decidedly unpractical class, Harry worked on his wandless magic and found the effort to consistently perform minor feats of controlled wandless magic helped to curb his irritation at the horrid woman.
Umbridge often found objects around the room changing colour or transforming into small animals or even disappearing entirely.
But these events weren't localised to Harry's classes, he used some of the spells his father and Sirius had taught him when he was younger to act as time delays, so that the transfiguration or charm wouldn't occur until the time delay spell ended.
The first few weeks of term flew past, and Harry found his NEWT classes covered the same material he did the year before with Fleur and was unsurprisingly the top of his class thanks to his extra three plus years of time in the Room of Requirement.
Most of the Professors tried to give him more difficult work to keep him engaged with the subject material.
After Harry's second NEWT Charms class, the tiny Professor Flitwick kept him behind.
'Mister Potter, can you stay behind please?' Professor Flitwick asked as the bell went, signalling the end of the class.
The other students filed out of the room, leaving the two alone, and Harry approached the large desk littered with research papers that Flitwick stood upon.
'Professor?' Harry asked, hefting his bag on his shoulder.
'How do you feel you are performing in your other classes?' the Professor asked, and Harry adjusted his bag strap.
'Honestly, sir, none of them are challenging. I would take the NEWTs now if it were possible.' Harry said and tried to keep the resentment out of his voice.
Flitwick nodded and stroked his chin.
'Yes, that is what I have heard from the other Professors as well.' The Professor mused.
He wore a thoughtful frown and looked up into Harry's eyes.
'How about, at least in my classes, you work on more advanced Charms, outside of the NEWTs curriculum. But, sometime soon, we will work on a more practical use of your time?' Flitwick suggested and Harry cocked his head.
'Practical, sir?' Harry asked and Flitwick smirked.
'We once talked about Duelling, back in your second year, I believe. The issues I was having with the Family have been concluded, and so I find myself with some free time and I think it is long overdue to begin our Duelling lessons.' The Professor said and narrowed his eyes.
'I will teach you how to use your skills in a more practical manner than a classroom setting would. I want to teach you Duelling and, more specifically, how to use your power and skill set most effectively.' Flitwick gave a smile, and it reminded Harry of how the Goblins smiled.
It was uncanny.
'That would be perfect.' Harry grinned and Flitwick gave a low chuckle.
'Yes, I thought it might. Now, I'll speak to your other Professors and see if they might join us occasionally on say, Tuesday and Wednesday nights once we get started?' the diminutive Professor suggested.
Harry nodded, then frowned.
'Maybe early next month we could start, that'll give everyone time to settle into the year and prepare.' Harry suggested, and Flitwick beamed at him.
'You would have made a wonderful Ravenclaw Mister Potter.' The Professor said.
'Now, off to your next class, I don't want to write you a pass for Professor Umbridge, she would just ignore it.' Flitwick said and Harry scoffed.
Weeks passed by in a blur classes, friends, and weekends with Fleur.
Every weekday morning, Harry continued to exercise by running around the Black Lake, joined by Holly and Susan. After a few weeks, Justin joined them in their morning exercise.
A month into term, Harry sat in the Room of Requirement on Friday night. A half dozen separate notebooks surrounded him at a desk.
He looked up as the door opened and Fleur stalked in, fury in her eyes.
Harry pushed back from his desk and ran to her.
'What's wrong?' he asked and wrapped her in a hug.
Fleur held him tight, and he could feel her struggle to reign in her emotions.
Harry felt her Allure thrashing and was glad that he wasn't susceptible to it, or he would likely have been a gibbering mess.
She stilled in his arms and pulled away after a minute.
'Bed?' she asked.
With a thought, Harry willed the Room to create one beside them.
He sat down on the side of the bed and pulled her down with him.
'What's wrong?' he repeated, and she sighed.
'Why are men so foolish?' she asked.
Harry frowned.
'What did I do?' he asked, and Fleur blinked.
Then she gasped and kissed him, once, a quick peck on the lips.
'Oh, no, no, no, not you, my love.' She shook her head.
'No, a man at Gringotts has been very persistent in his attempts to woo me.' She said and Harry stilled.
Fleur looked at him and shook her head.
'No need to be jealous, my love. I am yours and you are mine.' She said and kissed him again.
Fleur frowned and her lip curled in a silent snarl.
'This is the same red-haired man that we saw in that memory of the future.' She said with narrowed eyes.
Harry frowned for a moment before he remembered the probably-a -Weasley who had leered at Fleur Potter before their doomed attack on the future Dark Lords headquarters.
Fleur huffed.
'I spoke to my Goblin manager about his unwelcome advances, and Sharpclaw insists that he will handle it. The Goblins have been very impressed with me in the few weeks that I've been there.' Fleur said, and Harry smiled.
'Hopefully it gets resolved soon. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable at work.' He said, and she gave a smallest of shrugs.
'What will happen, will happen. If I must continue working with William, then he may find that he is the uncomfortable one. I am not some damsel who needs protecting.' She declared, and Harry laughed.
'That you aren't.' he said.
Fleur turned to him.
'So, what have you been up to today?' she asked, and he sighed.
Harry fell back onto the bed, stretching out. Fleur grinned and joined him.
'I have a problem.' Harry admitted, and Fleur cocked her head.
'With what?' she asked.
'Hermione and the others tell me that this Umbridge woman is putting students into detention for disagreeing with her when she says Dumbledore is a public menace.' Harry started, and Fleur frowned.
'That doesn't make sense.' She said.
Harry shook his head.
'What's more, apparently she is telling everyone that Dumbledore is the reason there is so much fear in the school. That and she doesn't actually teach anything, as I've told you before.' Harry said and Fleur nodded, her ice-blue eyes narrowed.
'Hermione wants me to tutor the students in Defence as it looks like Umbridge is actively holding us back by not teaching anything.' Harry said.
Fleur's frown faded and turned into a smile.
'You should do it. It could help our future plans if we have a group of trained wizards and witches who are loyal to you.' She said and Harry sighed.
'I figured you'd say that, though I hoped you would have said something else.' He admitted, and she laughed.
'I can't help but be honest, my love. You wouldn't want it any other way.' She grinned, and he returned it.
'So clever you are, Miss Delacour.' Harry whispered, and he felt a shiver run down her spine.
'I've missed having you in my arms.' He whispered and rolled over so he perched above her.
He wore a lopsided grin as he leaned down and caught her lips in a long kiss and his hand strayed down her side.
She let out a soft moan.