I've made up a spell list on my profile for other writers to use in their stories if anyone's interested.
"Today's the day." Hermione told herself. She'd been putting this off since the beginning of the school year but now Professor Hartwell had finally put her foot down and said they would no longer have their weekly talks, which had surprised Hermione, as the Alchemy professor was known to be very lenient.
During their history of magic class, Hermione slipped Harry a note asking to meet him when the painting of Dippet wasn't looking. For history, rather than have one teacher a frame had been placed at the front of the classroom that the paintings of former headteachers would use to teach the students about what happened during the time they had been alive.
Harry had only acknowledged the note with a brief glance, and nothing else. After the bell rang and they all left the final lesson of the day. Harry looked eyes with Hermione. "Follow me." Harry's voice echoed in her head, causing her to gasp. Harry began to walk away. Hermione rushed to catch up to him. Harry led her further down the hallway, away from the other students, before leaning against the wall and putting up a silencing ward. "What do you want?" Harry asked curtly.
"Well I, erm, want to talk about what happened at the end of last year." Hermione answered.
"Oh, you mean when you let a Death Eater escape!" Harry retorted with a glare.
"You were trying to kill him!" Hermione shot back. They had had this argument countless times, and it was not what Hermione had wanted the conversation but Harry's accusing tone just got her completely worked up.
"If I didn't kill him someone else would of. The penalty for breaking out of Azkaban is death!"
"It doesn't mean you had to be the one to do it!"
"No one has more of a right to kill him than me!"
Hermione's face was now red with anger and so was Harry's. Both of them were too prideful and stubborn to back down. But then Hermione remembered why she had asked to talk to Harry. She had come to back down, and to apologize for getting in the way. Hermione sighed and her shoulders sagged in defeat. "You're right, I'm sorry for getting involved."
After a moment of silence, Harry spoke up. "I'm not sure what you want of me, Granger."
"I want things to go back to how they used to be." Hermione answered.
"How they used to be? I hate to break it to you but things weren't much different then they are now." Harry responded as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. It was true that the pair had butted heads during their time at Hogwarts, over a variety of topics, but mainly about Harry's rule-breaking and Hermione's jealously.
Hermione looked down awkwardly remembering that it was true. She bit her bottom lip as another silence fell over them. "Can we start over?" She asked tentatively.
"No." Harry answered briskly. "I'm tired of these arguments Granger. I prefer things the way they are." Hermione didn't look up as she silently nodded, before rushing off to Professor Hartwell's office with tears in her eyes.
Flashback.
"How do you do it!? How do you get every spell right on the first attempt!?" Hermione interrogated Harry and Amber as they left Charms. It was the final class for the first years, before the Halloween feast.
"Same way you cast any spell." Harry shrugged.
"Will, power, and intent." Amber continued at Hermione's confused expression. "The will to push your magic outwards, the power to cast the spell, and the intent to control the magic of the spell."
"The books don't say that!" Hermione shouted.
"Do you ever stop shouting?" Harry asked irritably.
"The old books do, but they stopped making those because they could sell more books on spell casting if they left that out." Amber answered.
"What, where are these books!?" Hermione questioned.
"Atlantis." Amber answered.
Hermione scoffed "Don't be ridiculous Atlantis is just a myth."
"You're awfully closed-minded for someone who just discovered magic is real." Harry commented.
"It's true, me and Harry went to school there for four years, but no one really talks about it because it's not part of the I.C.U and they are very closed off." Amber answered, with a scowl as she was quickly growing tired of the rude questioning.
"Best get to swimming." Harry grinned, while some of the onlookers laughed.
"Well I think you're both lying cheats, and I've had enough of listening to you!" An angered and flustered Hermione shouted before storming off.
Harry glared at the bushy-haired girl's back and fired a tripping hex at her, causing her to fall over. "We were tired of listening to you by our first week here!" Harry shot back which caused other students to roar with laughter as Hermione ran off crying.
Later on, when the troll slipped in Harry told Sirius where Hermione was and afterward made them both talk it out and understand that neither of them was justified in their actions. But the truce didn't last as long as Sirius had hoped.
...
Harry, Capella, Susan, and Katie were sat under a tree near the Black Lake. It was, Katies' fourth year, Harry and Susan's third, and Capella's first and it had been a nightmare. Ever since Halloween, Petter Pettigrew had been trying to assassinate them after escaping Azkaban. He had cursed and poisoned various items in the castle or had them sent to one of the members of the group in hopes of killing them.
Bellatrix had used her position on the board of governors had come to Dumbledore privately to have wards placed of the secret passages that lead out of the school to block Pettigrew from using them, but Dumbledore refused, stating it would compromise the whole purpose of those passages, which was to give a safe escape should the castle be overrun, and someone with sinister intentions takes control of the wards.
Meanwhile, James and Amelia tried to talk some sense into Fudge's empty head and have the dementors replaced with an actual investigation, but when even when James stated the Peter was an animagus and the records showed that he was, meaning he could slip past the soul-sucking monsters, he still refused to budge.
Bradley had spread the word among the other members of The Cerberus Alliance at how poor the defenses Fudge had placed were, and word had spread like wildfire. Fudge had attempted to distract the populous with an article updating them on the quidditch world cup, but there was very little actual content to it to say it was the entire first page.
But Fudge still decided to weather the storm, and so the only security they had was The Marauder's Map, which now sat in Sirius' office so he could monitor it. It was becoming so bad that their guardians were now thinking of sending them to another school.
As the group sat in silence wondering if there was a way to capture or kill the traitor, Katie saw a large volatile spell heading towards them. "Protigo Aqua!" She yelled creating a large shield of water and magic that covered the group.
BOOM!
The spell exploded on impact, cracking and shattering nearby pebbles and sending them flying. Thanks to Katie's shield the group only suffered being splashed by the water, but Katie herself was flung backward and hitting her head on the pebbles, knocking her out.
"Katie!" Harry yelled, before his face contorted into a look of pure rage. His violet eyes turned red as the demon blood in his veins came to life. He stood up and pointed his wand at the origin of the curse. "Bombarda Maxima!" A similar spell to the one that was sent to them, only larger and faster. The spell struck the nearby tree line like thunder and brought down several trees. "Pettigrew! I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Harry yelled as he ran into the tree line.
Capella went to go with him but Susan held her back by her arm. "We need to get Katie to the hospital wing." Susan mentioned, unflinching at Capella's now demonic red eyes.
Capella looked to her brother and then back to Katie, and took a deep, calming breath. "Okay." She nodded.
Meanwhile had entered the forest but saw no trace of the Deatheater. Harry morphed into his animagus form of a black mamba and began to follow the coward's scent, to The Whomping Willow. The living tree attempted to crush Harry with its branches, but the snake was too quick for the creaking tree. Upon entering the tunnel, Harry shifted back to his human form and drew his wand once more. Harry ran down the tunnel and was almost struck by a Killing Curse from Pettigrew, only just managing to shift back into a snake just in time. The black mamba lunged at the Death Eater with his fangs bared but was forced back by a banishing charm.
Harry dodged a reducto as he shifted back into his human form. And then he fired off two cutting curses, a piercing hex, a reducto, and a banishing charm. Pettigrew attempted to shield himself from Harry's onslaught, but the shire power behind Harry's spells kept cracking the magical shield until it was broken by the banishing charm that knocked Pettigrew off of his feet. The Deatheater hit the ground with a thud. Pettigrew's wand bounced out of his hand and Harry disintegrated it with a reducto before his very eyes.
Pettigrew scrambled to get away as Harry stalked towards him. Pettigrew's back soon hit a wall. "P-please H-harry, you don't want to do this. Wh-what would your Farther think!?" He whimpered.
"He told me not to hesitate." Harry growled, his eyes ablaze with fury as the spineless coward tried to plead for his life seconds after trying to kill him. "And I don't intend to." Harry raised his wand and aimed it at Pettigrew's stomach. He wanted t make this hurt. "Red-"
"NO!"
"-to." Hermione Lundged at Harry, forcing his spell off course and into the nearby wall. Pettigrew used the distraction to escape the building, and once he was past the wards surrounding the build, apparated away. Meanwhile, Harry managed to get out from under Hermione and to his feet, when he saw the traitor apparate away. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" Harry yelled while firing several reductos. He stood still for a moment, before whilerling 'round and facing Hermione. " Why did you do that." He hissed. "Why the fuck did you do that!"
The air was saturated with Harry's raw magic, making it hard for Hermione to even breathe. She looked up to Harry with fear in her eyes, as she looked into his glowing red ones.
"Harry!" Sirius called from the passage, gain the young magicals' attention. "Where's the rat?" He asked.
At the mention of Pettigrew Harry started scowling again. "Gone. Thanks to her." Harry responded, pointing his wand at Hermione who flinched away from it.
Sirius just let out a tired sigh. "Come on you two. Poppy will want to give you both a once over."
The day after Capella had approached Hermione and warned her to stay out of family business from now on, otherwise, there would be reproductions. Harry remained in a foul mood until he and Katie got together the week after. Pettigrew made no further attempts on their lives after escaping the shack.
End of flashback.
Fleur Delcour entered her headmistress' office on the carriage and saw two highback-chairs facing Madam Maxime's desk. "You wished to see me, Headmistress?" She asked in her native tongue.
"Yes, Miss Delcour. Take a seat." Maxime answered as she gestured to the chair on the right.
Fleur complied and saw someone was already sat in the highback-chair on the left. "You? What are you doing here?" Fleur questioned in an accusing tone.
"I'm here to tutor you, princess, so lose the attitude!" Amber shot back with a scowl.
"Ladies please." Maxime spoke up, quickly trying to defuse the situation. "Miss Delcour, Miss Flamel tells the truth. She has volunteered to help tutor you to improve your odds in the tournament."
Fleur scoffed and turned her nose up at the fourth year. "I do not need any help, I more than capable. Besides, how do I know you can be even trusted?"
"Firstly, yes you do need my help because both Jhonson and Krum are being helped by their school-mates while you're trying to do it solo. And secondly, you can trust me because I want you to beat Johnson so I can win a bet against Harry." Amber answered irritably. "So take the wand out of your bum and listen up!"
Fleur visibly reeled at Amber's crass words. "Excuse me! I am the top student of my year and a prodigy in charms, I need no help from a little girl!" The veela spat.
The two witches glared at each other. "Fine." Amber finally spat as she stood. "Lose against the dragon for all I care. Or, better yet challenge Harry to a duel where the only rule is no permanent damage, then you'll see how far behind you actually are." With the Amber left the office, and Fluer did shortly after.
Once both girls had left Madam Maxime sighed in frustration. Fleur was without a doubt a talented student, but she was also alone, and that was a major weakness when the others have support groups to help them create plan, practice what was required, and prepare for any possibility. Despite Fleur's bliefs. She could only hope that she could come out of her isolation before the tournament was over.