Hey, everyone! Mystery Critic here, back at ya with another chapter of Ma Fleur! I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter, I really enjoy writing comedy. Blessed Samhain to any of my fellow witches out there reading this, and Happy Halloween to everyone else! I don't really have much to say besides that, so let's dive right on in, I suppose. As for the disclaimer, I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the rights affiliated with it. With that out of the way, grab your Chocolate Frogs, your chocolate milk (I'm running out of things, sue me. I might just go back to plain old enjoy.), and enjoy chapter twenty-eight!
Chapter 28
Italics – French
Walking into potions class, Harry takes a seat at the front, a cauldron on each desk with a clear liquid inside. A small flame is under each of the cauldrons, bringing each liquid to a small bubble. Once everyone is seated, Snape walks in with a billow of his cape.
"Good afternoon, class." He says, sitting down at his desk. "Over the last several years, my teaching form has been simply abysmal. That stops today. I apologize to every single one of you if I have insulted you in any way, whether it was intentional or not. From this point forward, I am going to be a competent and fair teacher, you have my word."
"Harry did you...?" Hermione whispers from next to him. Simply smiling at her, he nods his head towards the front of the class.
"Today, we will be going over a lesson from last year, to refresh your memory and keep your skills sharp. No harm in going back." Snape says. "We will be redoing the Girding Potion today. If you don't remember, the Girding Potion is used for giving you a small boost in stamina for a few hours. Can anyone tell me what the recommended dosage I told you from last year was? Yes, Miss Patil."
"Three, sir?" Parvati asks hesitantly.
"Very close, take a point for Gryffindor." He says, much to everyone's shock. Turning towards Hermione who has her hand up again, he nods towards her. "Miss Granger?"
"Two, sir."
"Very good, take another five points." He says, flooring some of the Slytherins in attendance. Waving his wand at the board, a list of ingredients appears behind him. "Now, as you can all see, your potion bases are all prepped for you, and we will all be going through this potion step by step. The list of ingredients is right here on the board if you need a reminder and if you have any questions feel free to ask. I will wait while you all collect your ingredients. Please do so now."
The students scramble about to collect ingredients, eager to please the new Nice Snape. After a few minutes, everyone is seated and ready to begin. "Now, after each ingredient is added, we're going to stir the potion clockwise three times. The potion will then turn the next color, and we will proceed to the next ingredient." He instructs, erasing the board before standing up in front of the class. "Now, if you are all ready, I will put the instructions on the board and you may feel free to go ahead on your own if you feel you can. There is no shame in following along, though. Please don't feel you have to prove yourselves. Our main priority is safety. So, gloves and goggles on, if you would."
"Professor, does this potion have the ability to become explosive if done incorrectly?" Hermione asks.
"As far as I know, not at all." He says, before turning to Seamus with a small smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "However, I do believe there is someone present who may be able to prove me wrong."
Chuckling at the joke, the class begins to relax as they one by one realize the new Snape isn't a ruse. "Any other questions?" He asks, looking across at a silent class before waving his wand and putting the potion instructions up on the board. "Very well, let's begin. First, you're going to add one set of fairy wings. Then, you will stir three times clockwise and let it simmer until it turns turquoise. Do so now."
A few minutes later, Snape waits a few moments as everyone keeps up with the potion, following instructions to the letter. Looking towards the back of the classroom, Snape notices Neville's hand in the air. "Yes, Mr. Longbottom?"
"Um, Professor, the potion won't turn red again," Neville says, barely audible. Walking over, Snape looks at the cauldron for a moment before patting Neville on the shoulder. "Not to worry, Mr. Longbottom. You simply added a few too many dragonfly thoraxes, an easy mistake to make. An extra three stirs should clear that right up."
Surprised at Snape not vanishing his potion and insulting him, Neville stirs the potion three more times. A few moments later, it turns a vibrant red and a victorious smile appears on Neville's face. A few minutes later, the class stares down at their cauldrons as every single one of them is a vibrant blue, as the instructions indicate.
"For the final ingredient, we have flying seahorses," Snape says. "Add three of them, and stir counterclockwise for this last step. You should have a nice green potion if everything was done correctly."
Murmurs of awe and joy sound throughout the classroom as every single cauldron in the room turns green.
"Well done, everyone. If everyone would bottle up a sample of their potion, I will grade them. Please, remember to bring your own cauldron next week, and make sure it's clean beforehand." He directs, sitting back down at his desk and waiting for the samples to come up. "A point to everyone who brings up a green potion."
As the class ends and the students file out, Harry mutters to Hermione he will catch up to her. As Harry and Snape remain behind, he stands up and walks to the desk, holding his hand out. "I enjoyed today's class, Professor Snape." He says, smiling at the man. Standing up with a smile, he shakes Harry's hand. "My mother would be proud of what you're doing, sir."
"It means the world to me to hear you say that, Mr. Potter. Also, please call me Severus when we're not in public. You helped turn my life around, and I would want nothing more than to have Lily's son call me by name." Snape insists, patting Harry on the shoulder. "Now run along, Miss Granger is most likely waiting for you. I can imagine she wants to gush at how much she enjoyed today's class."
"Oh, one day without being a git and you're king of the world, huh?" Harry jokes.
"Mr. Potter, I was royalty long before you were a twinkle in your father's eye." He retorts, smirking at him. "Now go, I have another class soon."
"Fifty Professor Points to you, sir." Harry says with a smile.
"Professor Points?" Snape asks, clearly confused.
"Oh, yeah! I didn't tell you!" Harry exclaims, pulling out a chart similar to the House Point counters. "I've been giving and taking Professor Points to the teachers here. At the end of the year, the professor with the most points gets to join me and Fleur for a dinner of their choice that I make."
"Mr. Potter, you know that's not appropriate, correct?"
"Of course, sir," Harry says with a shrug, putting the chart away. "You know I don't care, right? You also know not a single Professor here can resist my cooking."
"Fair point, Mr. Potter," Snape says, shaking his head in mirth. "Simply out of curiosity, where am I in terms of placement?"
"Well, you're the first professor who's earned them, so you're leading!" Harry says, walking towards the door. "Have a good weekend, Severus."
"You as well, Harry." Snape responds, smirking at being closest to one of Harry's home-cooked meals once he's out the door. "Well-done steak, here I come."
~Fleur~
"That was my favorite potions lesson ever!" Hermione says, breathing out heavily as she finishes her rant of approval on Snape's new teaching method.
"I'm glad you find his classes fun, Hermione," Harry says, chuckling at her antics. "Come on though, we're going to be late for DADA."
Hurrying over to their classroom, they stumble in just before the class starts. Taking their seats, they smile as Moody wobbles in just as they sit down. "Next time you two are late, I'm taking points." Moody says, waking up to the board.
"Technically, we weren't late, sir," Harry says, grinning madly. "We made it to our seats just before the period started."
"Five points for your cheek, lad," Moody says, grinning back at Harry. Narrowing his eyes at his teacher, Harry nods in affirmation of the ex-auror's victory. Chuckling at Harry's antics, he waves his wand at the chalkboard. "Today, we will be learning about spell deflection and redirection. This is can be very complicated for some witches and wizards because it requires an enormous amount of focus."
"Why is that, Professor?" A student asks.
"Well, think of it this way;" He begins, conjuring a small ball of light and balancing it on the tip of his wand. "Deflection and redirection require holding a little bit of magic on the end of your wand to 'catch' the spell being thrown at you. In the case of deflection, you're holding that magic and the spell on the tip of your wand for just a split second. Then, you flick it away.
"Redirection is a bit more complicated because you need to hold the magic and spell on the end of your wand even longer. This ball of light here is requiring focus to balance on my wand, even while I'm talking to you lot." He says, loosening his grip on his wand and letting the ball of light fall off the edge. "If I lose concentration, I lose balance. We can all balance a ball on the end of our wands for a split instant, but the longer we hold the ball on our wands, the more concentration and effort it requires. Mr. Potter, how about you come up here and help me demonstrate?"
Standing up, Harry pulls his wand out and holds it at his side, ready for anything. "Right, so I'm going to fire a stunner at you, you're going to attempt to deflect it or redirect it back at me, understood?"
"Yes, sir." He says, grinning at his Professor. Moody sends a stunner at Harry who catches it on the tip of his wand and flicks it right back at his Professor with twice the force and speed it came at Harry. Ducking under it, Moody breathes out a sigh of relief as the stunner slammed into the wall and tearing a chunk out of it. "Bloody hell, are you alright, Professor?!"
Dashing forward, Harry kneels at Moody's side before helping him up. "Sorry, sir," Harry says abashedly. "I honestly didn't mean to send it back that hard."
"Sorry?!" Moody roars, a grin splitting his face in half. "Don't be daft, lad! I've rarely seen redirection that powerful, and never in a lad your age! Twenty points to Gryffindor for an amazing first-time use!"
"Wasn't my first time, sir." Harry says, grinning wildly.
"Regardless. A remarkable job, lad." Moody says, clapping him on the back. "Take a seat, Potter. Now, I want you all pairing up. Nothing more than a stunner, understand? If I see anything stronger than a stunner, the person casting it will be in detention faster than they can say 'oops.' Understand? Good."
"Now remember, just push a little bit of magic at the end of your wand, focus and keep it balanced. I want you all only practicing deflecting for now. If anyone manages to deflect five times in a row, I'll let them move on to redirection. You may begin!"
Moody wanders around the class, watching people go down from the stunners, again and again, only one or two halfway decent deflections happening in the first hour. "Alright!" Moody calls out, growling in annoyance at several people jumping up in surprise. "Constant Vigilance, you lot! I don't care if you are in the safety of my classroom or in front of Albus Dumbledore himself, you stay alert at all times! Don't let your guard down for anything, understand?"
Murmurs of agreement sound out through the class before moody roars. "I said, do you understand?!" Nodding at the clear chorus of affirmation, he pulls a few students to the side. "The rest of you lot, keep practicing. I'll be back in a minute. Potter, mind giving me a hand here?"
"What can I do, sir?" He asks, stepping forward next to Hermione, Daphne Greengrass, and Blaise Zabini. "I need you to give this lot a hand finishing up with their deflection. They've got the basics of it down, but I need you to help them finish it up."
"I don't need help from someone who hates my house." Zabini mutters.
"What are you talking about, Zabini?" Harry asks, turning towards the boy. "I don't hate your house."
"Sure, Potter," Zabini snorts. "And I'm Dumbledore's apprentice."
"When have I ever said that I hate Slytherin House?" He asks, nodding to Professor Moody that he has things under control. "I have a great deal of respect for your house, I just don't like a few people in it, that's all."
"That's not what Weasley says." Daphne says icily, crossing her arms.
"What did that prat say about me?" Harry asks coldly.
"A while ago, Blaise, Tracey, and I came up to you in the Great Hall during lunch," Daphne explains after a moment of pondering his tone. "We were trying to make friends with you, to let you know that not all of Slytherin House shares the same ideology regarding blood status."
"Weasley turned us away," Blaise says, rolling his eyes. "Saying Harry Potter would never be friends with a bunch of dirty snakes."
"You just took his word for it instead of asking me?" Harry asks, raising an eyebrow.
"He was your best friend at the time. Who are we to question a decision of the precious Golden Trio?" Blaise says mockingly.
"I never said that and I never let anyone speak for me," Harry says, his expression hardening. "If I believed that, I would have told you that myself."
"How were we supposed to know that, Potter?" Daphne counters. "We didn't know you didn't tell him to say that, and if that's really how you feel, can we still make bridges to being at least acquaintances?"
"I'd prefer friends," Harry says after a moment, extending his hand to Daphne. "Although if acquaintances are the best you've got for now, I guess I can take it."
"Is he always this full of himself?" Daphne asks Hermione in a bored tone, pointing at Harry.
"No, he's usually much worse." She says, checking her nails nonchalantly.
"Oi!" Harry cries. After a moment of laughter from Hermione and a small smile from Daphne, Harry turns to Zabini and offers his hand to the boy. "What do you say, Zabini?"
"I still say you're a spoiled git," He says, smirking after a moment and taking Harry's hand. "but I suppose I can live with that though."
"Excellent!" Harry exclaims, clapping his hands together and rubbing them in anticipation. "Let's get started then, shall we? Show me what you were doing."
Near the end of the class, the four students he'd been working with could successfully deflect five of Harry's stunners in a row. Walking over to them, Moody beams with pride at the sight of inter-house unity and cooperation. "Well done, the lot of ya!" He bellows. "Fifteen points to each of ya for being able to move on. Next class of course." He says, looking outside. "Just about time for supper. Another five points to everyone who successfully deflected a stunner today. Off ya go now, and remember CONSTANT VIGILANCE!"
Walking out along with Hermione, Blaise, Daphne, and Tracey catch up to them. "Hi, you two!" She says, shaking Harry and Hermione's hands. "I'm Tracey Davis, Daph already filled me in. Sorry about jumping to conclusions and all, but I'm glad we're going to have the chance to get to know each other!"
Putting her hand over Tracey's mouth, Daphne yanks her friend back. "Sorry about that, I think she forgot to take her calming drought today." She says, passing her to Blaise. He recoils in disgust after she licks his hand and bounds forward.
"Oh, ignore her!" Tracey says, smiling at the pair. "She's just too much of an ice queen to admit she loves me."
"You're too much of a pest for me to love." She counters, rolling her eyes. "I swear, it's like I have Blaise and a puppy sometimes."
Tracey leans over and licks Daphne's cheek before running, squeals of laughter trailing behind her as Daphne chases after her.
"Um..."
"Don't ask, Potter," Blaise says, sighing as he chases after them. "I'll see you both later."
"Later, Zabini," Harry responds, waving farewell to the strange group. "Well, they seem like a fun lot. So, Hermione, you were saying about Snape's class?"
"It was amazing, Harry!" She exclaims, walking into the Great Hall next to him. "He helped Neville fix his potion, and gave Parvati points even though she answered a question incorrectly! He really turned himself around Harry, and I love the new Professor Snape!"
"Big deal," Ron calls out from down the table, rolling his eyes. "Once a git, always a git!"
"Fifteen points from Gryffindor and detention with me tonight!" McGonagall says, marching over to Ron. "Professor Snape has gone through leaps and bounds to become a better teacher. Most of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw have reported how much Snape has changed, and how much they're enjoying potions now."
"But he's terrorized us for years!" Ron complains, gesturing to Snape.
"He may not be able to make up for what he's done, but I commend Professor Snape for trying to make a better future!" Harry snaps at Ron, walking in between Ron and the professor's table. "Yes, this man has been a bully and a rotten teacher in the past. No one is denying that. However, he is trying to be a better professor and a better person in the future. That's extremely rare in people like he was, and takes a lot of effort and courage!"
"Thank you, Mr. Potter," Snape says, smiling at him. "Your passion reminds me so much of your mother. She would stand up to anyone being a bully, and defend others in a heartbeat."
"I have to agree with Severus," Dumbledore says, smiling at Harry. "I think thirty points are in order for standing up for a professor."
"Let's be thankful he doesn't use the language that Lily used to spout;" Flitwick says with a chuckle. "the mouth on that woman could make a sailor faint."
"Yet." Harry says.
"Pardon, Mr. Potter?"
"I said 'yet'." He says, smirking evilly. "You haven't heard how inventive I can be with colorful language yet."
"Merlin help us." Dumbledore says with a chuckle.
"I don't think he will." Harry says, winking at the Headmaster.
~Fleur~
Walking out across the snow towards the Black Lake, Harry smiles out at the serenity of the snow blanketing the school he had come to see as his home. Feelings conflicting in his mind, he realizes how Hogwarts is seeming less of home. He knows that Delacour Villa is now his home, but guilt builds up inside of him as he feels he's betrayed Hogwarts in some small way. Picking up a stone, he flicks it across the top of the frozen lake, letting it skip along the ice.
"Nice shot, Potter," Daphne says, walking up behind him. She picks up a stone and follows suit, sending it flying several skips farther than Harry's. "With practice, you might actually come close to being decent."
"Screw you too, Greengrass." Harry says with a fake smirk.
"So you wanna tell me what's wrong?" She asks, turning her head to stare at him calculatingly.
"I thought we weren't friends yet." He answers.
"Tell me the truth and I'll upgrade your position."
"Compelling incentive." He says with a chuckle before sighing. "I feel like I'm betraying Hogwarts in some weird way."
"How do you mean?"
"Since I've been coming to Hogwarts, it became like my home. My escape from the abuse from my relatives." He explains, shoving his hands in his pockets. "It was the only place I felt like I actually belonged. Then Fleur comes along and rescues me. Her family becomes my family, her home my home. I know it's stupid, but it just feels like... I don't know."
"You're right, it's stupid," Daphne says, patting him on the back once. "But it's understandably stupid. Change can be frightening, especially if it's a change you never thought would come. You're not feeling guilty about Hogwarts not being your home anymore; it's the doubt that it isn't, that living with Fleur's family isn't real and the fear that it's going to be swept out from under you at any time."
"Has anyone told you you're a bucket of sunshine?" He asks sarcastically.
"Once or twice." She says with a shrug. "They never mean it, though."
"I couldn't possibly imagine why..." He mutters.
"No, neither can I." She says, smirking as she gestures for them to leave. "Come on, Harry. Let's get out of here."
"Harry, huh?" He says with a smile. "Looks like the promotion worked."
"Unless you want it to return permanently to Potter, I'd suggest you stuff it." She says in annoyance.
"As your Regal Snowiness commands." He says, bowing low.
"I'm not called the Ice Queen for nothing, you know." She says, whipping out her wand and waving it, dozens of snowballs rising into the air.
"Oh, hell yes!" Harry cheers. "Let's get everyone out here, this needs to go big or it's not happening."
Disappearing from in front of her, Daphne's jaw drops as she lowers her wand slowly, the snowballs dropping to the ground. "Did you just apparate?!" She shrieks just before he shimmers next to her.
"Nope!" He says, popping the 'p' and making her jump with a shriek. "It's called Shimmering! It's faster than apparation, more accurate, and has no nausea. I love it so much."
As students clamor out, the majority of the student body runs out onto the lawn, launching snowballs with their hands and wands at each other. War breaks out, spheres of all shapes and sizes pelting students. "Let's go, Daphne!" Harry exclaims, pulling his wand out and charging towards the battlefield. Running in next to Fred and Blaise, they charge in together against several other students.
"For Slytherin!" Blaise cries out, flicking his wand back and forth, snowballs flying in several different directions.
"For anarchy!" Fred yells, pulling snow in from around him into a giant snowball.
"For my girlfriend!" Harry roars, waving his wand in a wide arc, a wave of snow rising above the student body and splitting into hundreds of snowballs. "Taste the wrath of my frozen balls!"
The snowballs fall in a hail of accuracy and strength, knocking dozens of students off their feet as several projectiles slam into each one. Ducking and dodging under the snowballs sent towards him, Harry laughs maniacally as he evades the oncoming fire and giving back as hard as they try to give. Waving his wand in front of him, an enormous wall of snow bursts from the ground and encircles Harry.
Shimmering out and into the treeline, he lets the student body attack the wall as he creates and animates a twenty-foot tall snowman. Shimmering back into the wall, he pushes a wave of magic out from around him, creating a mist of fine snow and obscuring the vision of everyone in the immediate vicinity. Waving his wand, the snowman rolls in from the treeline, roaring as he picks up giant snowballs and tosses them towards the battlefield.
"Cower before me and my mighty snow golem!" Harry screams, cackling like a madman. "You will all perish!"
"Even if we join in?" He hears from behind him. Turning towards the voice, his eyes widen as the staff lines up behind Dumbledore, smiles of joy on their faces and glowing wands out towards the carnage of snow.
"Professor Dumbledore?!" Harry squeaks, before sighing. "Fine, but snow manipulation only! No other spells. Transfiguration is allowed, but only transformative. Charms too, but nothing that alters the snow itself. Can we agree to these terms?
"As long as you promise not to use THAT magic." Dumbledore says, peering at Harry with a smile.
"Done." He says, holding his wand up at the ready.
"Minerva, Filius, take out that golem. Try your best to take its arms off, then it's head." He directs, smiling warmly out at the student body. "Students against staff! Let's have some fun, shall we?"
"Hogwarts students, to me!" Harry cries out, raising a fist in the air. "Let's show the teachers what we're made of! My clique, take on Professors McGonagall and Flitwick, they'll be mostly distracted by the golem." He commands, lifting a hand in the air and forming huge piles of pre-made snowballs all across the field on his army's side. "I'll need everyone else taking on the rest of the professors! GO!"
The students split up as directed, and the majority of the houses begin fighting the professors, deflecting every snowball that gets flung in and sending back twenty times as many, pelting them and not letting themselves dwindle. They switch out between attacking, defending, and creating snowballs, overwhelming their professors with the sheer intensity and frequency of which they get hit. After a few minutes, the professors concede, throwing their hands up with chuckles and rounds of applause to the students.
~Fleur~
Harry's clique runs over to the giant snowman's side, wands raised against Professors McGonagall and Flitwick. Snow animals of all shapes and sizes are attacking the snowman, and weapons of ice are being thrown into it. "Hermione, may I have one last kiss before we enter the fray of battle?" Fred asks dramatically, dropping to one knee and holding her hand.
"Get up, you dolt." She sighs with a smile, rolling her eyes at her boyfriend's antics before giving him a small kiss. "Let's eradicate them, shall we?"
"I love it when you get ruthless, Hermione, my love. " Fred says with a smile. "It gets me all warm and fuzzy inside."
"You haven't seen anything yet, Fred." She says, waving her wand and sending a barrage of snowballs flying at McGonagall and Flitwick. Flitwick brings up a wall of snow quickly, turning it to ice and letting it take the blow of the snowballs. Waving her wand at the wall of ice, Daphne makes several clubs just out on the professor's side, slamming into them and knocking them back.
"Blaise, Tracey, go left!" She cries, sending a bullet-storm of hail at the defending professors. "Gingers, go left! Granger and I will stay here on this side, and let the golem flank them. Don't let up, keep attacking. Move!"
The golem starts walking around the two professors, throwing snowballs which one guards against as Hermione and Daphne continue a barrage that the other professor guards. Once everyone is in position, Daphne cries out the assault plan. "Full-out assault, do not let up!" As the two professors hold up a constant guard against the bombardment of ice and snow, Hermione has a brilliant idea and flicks her wand up, a blast of water knocking the wands out of the professor's hands. "Take them out!"
The six students wave their wands and each one sends a wave of snow cascading onto the two professors. "We won!" Tracey squeals, jumping up and down in joy.
"Very well done, everyone!" Flitwick says, drying himself and Mcgonagall once their wands are back in their hands. "An excellent strategy, Miss Greengrass. Overwhelming us worked wonders."
"Thank you, Professor." She says, smiling as she puts her wand away. I suppose we should go to watch Harry's battle with the headmaster?"
"A swell idea, Miss Greengrass." McGonagall says, gesturing towards the gathering crowd.
"You're going down, Professor Dumbledore." Harry says, both of them walking calmly in circles around each other.
"Pride cometh before the fall, Harry." Dumbledore retorts.
"Oh, I'm gonna make you eat those words, sir," Harry says, grinning. "You're all mine!"
"Don't you mean ours, my love?" Fleur purrs, stepping up next to Harry with her wand out. "You should learn to share more, my sweet."
"Of course, how selfish of me," Harry says, kissing her softly. "I would never dream of going to battle without my beautiful warrior goddess by my side."
"Good boy," She says, kissing his nose. "Let's take down the old man, shall we?"
"I hope you know I'm not that old, children," Dumbledore says, shocking Fleur and bringing a chuckle out of Harry. "I assumed you've already deduced I can speak French, Harry?"
"You speak above ground Mermish, Professor:" He says, rolling his eyes. "French isn't that far of a stretch."
"Fair point," He says, raising his wand. "shall we dance?"
"Age before beauty, sir."
Flinging his wand out at a speed most people can barely process, Harry waves his hand and sends the snowball flying away from him and Fleur as they retaliate, sending a twin barrage of snowballs at the Headmaster. Dumbledore conjures transfigures a bit of snow into a shield of ice, blocking the snowballs as the golem charges towards the battle. Flicking his wand upwards, a giant slab of ice erupts from the ground and bisects the snowman. The very next second, Dumbledore turns back towards the pair to block more snowballs.
Several minutes pass as the stalemate of the give and take snowball fight between Dumbledore, Harry, and Fleur continues. Not a single snowball has landed on either side as the three of them smile determinedly at the other.
"Let's finish this, Fleur!" Harry says, lifting his hand and wand up and bringing up an enormous wave of snow, almost half of the field's worth of snow as he twirls his wand, bringing the wave spiraling down to crash into Dumbledore. "Do it, Fleur!"
With a cry of exertion, Fleur sends a small stream of ice pellets at Dumbledore's hand, causing him to cry out in pain and drop his wand. She freezes the snow around the wand, and Harry throws a snowball right into Dumbledore's chest as he recovers from the pain. Cheers erupt from the crowd as Harry and Fleur defeat Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the light in what was known as the Great Snowball War of 1996.
"We did it, Fleur!" Harry cheers, scooping his girlfriend up and spinning her around. "We won!"
"Yes, we did." She says, kissing his forehead. "Now let's get you out of zose wet clothes."
"Huh?"
Well, everyone! That was chapter twenty-eight! It was an absolute blast to write, and I hope you enjoyed reading it! As always, constructive criticism is always welcome, and flames are sent away. Read, review, and spread this story like wildfire! This is Mystery Critic, signing off.