July 1994
12 Grimmauld Place
It had been years since the last time Florence had set foot in that house; the once luxurious home of the rich Black Family was now falling apart. The smell of decaying carpets and old mouldy wood permeated the air inside.
She walked down the familiar narrow corridor straight into the kitchen – where she stopped, looking around, impressed at how everything looked the exact same she remembered: the long wooden prep table, the cupboards filled with fine and expensive dining ware. If she closed her eyes, she could hear Walburga Black shouting at her and the other kids to get their asses down to the kitchen for supper – kids weren't allowed to eat at the fancy dining room one floor above, only the grown ups could eat there.
Then she heard the loud sound of a tray being dropped onto the floor followed by the screech: "Miss Florence!" and she turned to the door that led to the living room, already knowing who had called her.
"Hello, Kreacher." She smiled at him.
The old elf squealed and jumped up and down around her, clearly unable to contain his happiness in seeing her.
"Kreacher can't believe his eyes! Beautiful Miss Florence is here!! Kreacher must tell Mistress Black!" and he ran out of the kitchen through the door that led to the hallway.
Florence just shook her head – that elf had always been a bit mad, being alone in that house for so many years had certainly added to his insanity. She resumed walking around the kitchen when she heard a man's voice:
"I walked by a happy Kreacher and thought to myself: there's only one person that could make that thing happy. And I was right."
Florence turned around to see Sirius, leaning against the doorway to the hallway, looking at her with a smile. She smiled and went to hug him.
"I'm so glad to see you're well, Padfoot! I feared I'd never see you again."
Sirius held her tightly against his body, "You smell exactly like I remembered." He whispered, his nose in her hair as his hands caressed her back. "I missed you, Flor. I'm sorry I didn't speak to you that night in Little Whinging."
"You should have!" she exclaimed, taking a step away from him and slapping his arm in reprimand. "We had no idea what you wanted in Hogwarts! You could've told Remus and I! Sent a Patronus message! Anything!"
He lowered his head and picked up her left hand, noticing the diamond ring there. "I must admit I was a bit angry and hurt." He whispered.
Florence frowned. "Angry with us? Why?"
"No. Not with Remus. With you." He lifted his gaze to her face and she saw the pain in his blue eyes.
"Oh, Padfoot." She whispered, realizing why he was angry.
"You married him, Flor." He touched her diamond ring, whispering: "You're wearing the Prince family crest."
"Yes... I'm sorry if it hurts you, Sirius. I'm so grateful for all you did to help me... but I never promised you anything. I..."
"I know, Flor. I know."
She hugged him again and he sighed, holding her tight again. Then he lowered his hands to her waist and took a step back to look at her. "Leaving the past behind." He smiled. "I'm so glad to see you here, you're as gorgeous as ever. Have you arrived alone?"
"No, she hasn't." Answered Severus from behind Sirius in the corridor, using his angry teacher's voice.
Sirius turned around to face him, "Snivellus."
Severus didn't reply, he just barged into the kitchen, pushing the shorter man away from his wife.
"Are you feeling all right?" he asked Florence, putting a hand on her lower belly.
"Yes, I'm fine. I'm not sick, Severus." Her eyes sparkled in anger.
I know, love, but it's a girl and we both know what that means. He said through their bond.
Sirius frowned at his actions before realizing: "You're pregnant." He looked at her belly.
"Yes. Nearly two months already, and it's a little girl. But I'd rather not make it public knowledge."
"So you won't tell the others that you two are..." Sirius began.
"No." Florence and Severus answered together.
"There are enough rumours going around and enough people that have certainty. We'll just leave it at that." Florence added.
"Good." Sirius smiled, plotting a plan to annoy his old school rival.
"There you are!" exclaimed Dumbledore entering the kitchen, going towards Florence. "Severus told me the news." the old man said in a low voice, touching her belly. "I'm really happy for you, dear. One more baby..." the headmaster focused on feeling the kid's magic. "And she is a strong one, just like all the others." he smiled.
"All the others?" whispered Sirius. "How many children do you have?"
"Four. This is number five." Florence whispered.
Sirius stared surprised at her and then he looked at Severus – who had a smug smile on his face.
But Molly Weasley stopped Sirius from initiating a fight for she walked into the kitchen, looking like she was busy and meant business.
She pushed her way through the three men around Florence.
"Hi, I think we haven't met. I'm Molly Weasley."
"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Weasley. I'm Florence Delacour."
"Call me Molly, dear. Wait." Molly paused, looking at her: "I know you! You used to work at St. Mungus!"
"Many years ago, yes." She nodded.
"I remember you! I was pregnant with Ginny when I had to spend the night there. Right after I lost my brothers and my niece."
"Yes, I remember it too."
Molly pulled her to a hug. "That's why every time the kids mentioned your name it sounded familiar! Do you mind giving me a hand here in the kitchen, Florence? The roast beef is almost ready, but I still have to make the salad and that bloody house-elf is good for nothing!"
"Sure. I'll help you."
"We'll leave you two to it, then." said Dumbledore guiding Severus and Sirius out of the kitchen.
The two women started working together and Florence noticed the way Molly occasionally glanced at her.
"You know, Florence, the kids have many theories about you and-"
"And Severus." Continued Florence, with a smile. "I'm well aware of them. But we are just very good friends. We did date when we were students in Hogwarts, but not anymore. I just assist him and Pomfrey at the castle most days."
Molly shook her head, not fully buying that, "Can't imagine spending hours in a lab helping Severus Snape. That man can be a pain."
Florence agreed, "Yes, he sure can. What do you need me to do?" she changed the subject.
"Get the salad ready, will you, dear."
Then Molly said what she wanted for the salad and Florence started putting it together, cutting and slicing vegetables and fruits; then she heard:
"Wow. You sure can cut things perfectly."
"Years and years of potion making, it becomes a habit."
"That'll be the prettiest salad I've ever served, for sure!" Molly laughed, and they heard an alarm going off. "Oh! I think the roast beef is ready." then she took a huge piece of meat out of the oven.
Florence took one look at that and her stomach made it clear it didn't like what her nose was smelling.
"Excuse me, Molly, I have to go to the bathroom." and she ran, thanking the gods that she had been to that house enough times to easily find the closest loo.
She left the kitchen through the living room door, for she knew there was a bathroom in the corridor of the laundry room at the back.
She walked through the living room, where there were about twenty people already waiting for the meeting to begin, trying to not call attention to herself.
Then she reached the bathroom, locked the door and fell onto her knees in front of the toilet.
Severus saw his wife discreetly hurrying to the back corridor.
"Excuse me, Headmaster." He left Dumbledore to talk to others and followed her.
From the corridor he could tell why she'd ran to the bathroom, by the retching sounds he could hear from inside. He knocked on the door.
"Just a minute." Florence said, the noise from inside the bathroom telling him she was washing her mouth. She opened the door and sighed in relief. "Severus. I don't think I'll be able to eat the roast beef tonight."
He walked into the small space, closing the door and casting: "Muffliato."
"I forgot to bring the second dose of my antiemetic potion." She said, clearly upset.
But he reached inside his coat and retrieved a small vial. "This one?"
"Oh, my love! Thank you!" she said, quickly drinking the potion before resting her head on her husband's chest, his arms closing around her.
"Are you feeling better, love?" he asked, after a while.
"Yes, thank you."
Then there were knocks on the door.
"Florence?" someone asked from outside.
Severus looked at his wife, "Molly will know you're expecting, no matter how much you deny it. So tell her about the baby." His large hand covered her belly, and he reached out to the baby's energy, sending her his love – something he frequently did.
Florence cast "Menta spiritus" and pulled him down to a kiss, before replying to Molly: "I'm fine, Molly. I'll be out in a minute."
They waited a while and Severus checked the corridor with Homenum revelio, to make sure there was no one there to witness them leaving the bathroom together.
Then he went back to the living room while Florence returned to the kitchen.
"Is everything alright, Severus?" Asked Dumbledore.
"Yes. Just nausea. She'll be fine now."
Sirius made a face and mumbled: "Can't believe you got her to marry you."
"She's mine, mutt. Deal with it!" Severus whisper-growled.
"Well, it won't be long now til her father kills you. Then I'll have her again."
Severus grabbed Sirius by his shirt.
"Stop it, Severus!" hissed Dumbledore. "Sirius, enough riling him up!"
Severus let go of the other man, reluctantly.
Florence entered the kitchen, and Molly was on her: "There you are, Florence. Are you ok? What happened?"
"The smell of the roast beef turned my stomach, but I took a potion in the bathroom, I might be fine for a couple of hours."
Molly looked at her, lowering her eyes to Florence's belly: "Are you pregnant, dear?"
"Yes, I am actually."
"That's great!" Molly shouted, resting her spoon on the sink and hugging Florence. "Are you married? If you don't mind me asking." She asked, already checking Florence's hands for a ring.
"No, Molly, I am not."
But Molly frowned, looking at her wedding ring, a silent question in her eyes.
"This is just a ring I bought at a pawn shop. I think it's beautiful." She lied.
"Oh. Yes. It truly is." The woman agreed.
Then Florence quickly changed the subject: "Would you mind if I stopped helping you? I don't think I can get anywhere near that roast beef tonight."
"No problem. You go sit in the living room and relax. Just stay away from the curtains. I haven't had time to clean those yet."
"I could ask Kreacher to do it for you."
"Could you?" her eyes looked hopeful. "He doesn't obey anyone! Not even Sirius!"
"He likes me, I'll ask him."
And she walked to the living room, finding Kreacher and telling him how happy she'd be if he got rid of the doxies, bugs and the dirt from the curtains and the rugs. The elf happily started to work, and she kept mentioning how glad she was to see him doing that.
Florence sat on the couch, looking around the room, her mind bringing forth memories of playing games on that very rug – when it was well-cared for and so clean that one could eat off of it.
Severus didn't approach her, he stood beside Dumbledore as if he didn't even know her. They had to stay away from each other, otherwise someone could notice that they were more than friends; he could bet everyone in there had already heard the rumours about them.
"She's so fucking beautiful." Whispered Sirius.
Severus growled and narrowed his eyes at him.
"Florence is amazing." Sirius continued. "I remember how good we were together, Flor and I." He smirked.
"Nice try, idiot. I know you never fucked her." whispered Severus, rolling his eyes.
"No, I didn't. But I touched, and I kissed and put my fingers-"
"That's it. You're playing dead, dog!" Severus was about to hex Sirius when Dumbledore intervened:
"Hey! You two better stop that. I won't have you acting like teenagers!" then he looked at the others and said: "Your attention, please." And slowly everybody got quiet. "Let's begin this meeting, shall we? First, I think I must explain to you all why I've invited you to come here tonight. After what happened a couple of months ago…"
"What happened, Dumbledore?" asked Shacklebolt.
"For those of you who don't know it yet, Peter Pettigrew is still alive. Sirius didn't kill him as we all have been led to believe. Pettigrew was the true Fidelius to the Potters and the one who killed the twelve muggles Sirius was accused of murdering. But, unfortunately, he has escaped again and a new Prophecy was made."
"A new Prophecy?" asked most of the people there.
"Yes. And this new Prophecy says that a servant will help his master to recover its powers. I'm afraid this is about Pettigrew and Voldemort…" everybody started to speak at the same time. "Silence! That's why I called you here! As some of you may already know, I founded a secret organization many years ago called The Order of The Phoenix. We fought against Voldemort and his Death Eaters then. You probably know that most of its original members ended up dead or incapacitated somehow. So I come before you all tonight to invite you to be part of The New Order of The Phoenix. If you decide not to join me – or if you don't believe me when I say that the Dark Lord will soon be back – you're welcome to enjoy a delicious meal with us tonight and go your separate way. But if you wish to join me, I thank you and hope we don't have the same fate as the original Order of The Phoenix. Now, let's eat!"
Remus arrived as the table was being cleaned. He had already had dinner so he went to the living room, where he found Florence asleep on the sofa.
"She's still beautiful, isn't she?" he suddenly heard Sirius say, stopping beside him.
"Yes. She is."
"And she's pregnant." He added, bitterly. "With that git's child. For the forth time."
"Fifth actually." Said Remus. "She lost a baby the night Lily and James died."
Sirius turned to him, frowning, "I didn't know that. As if that night wasn't awful enough already. Poor Flor."
"We all lost too much that night."
They both kept on looking silently at her for a while, until Sirius spoke: "How crazy is it to have her here? We're putting together a group to fight Voldemort. And yet his daughter is over there, asleep peacefully on the couch."
Remus chuckled, "Yes. It's easy to forget that. Through the years, I've never once thought of her as his daughter."
"Do you see her a lot?"
"Oh, yes." Remus smirked. "And I've seen a lot more than you can imagine."
"What do you mean?" Sirius frowned.
"I've watched them fuck. Twice."
Sirius grabbed his arm and whisper-shouted: "What? Are you pulling my leg, Moony?"
"Nope." He shook his head.
"You'll have to let me see it, Moony! I have a pensieve around here somewhere." He pondered where he had seen his father's pensieve.
"I'm not doing that, Sirius! It would be disrespectful. I'm godfather of the little girl she's carrying. I won't break their trust."
"Just tell me then! She is fucking delicious, isn't she?" Sirius whispered, looking at his friend's face, anxiously waiting for an answer.
Remus exhaled. "More than you can imagine, Padfoot. She melts under him, man. I can only dream of one day finding a woman that reacts to me like she does to him. It's unbelievable."
Sirius groaned, "I hate you, Moony. Fuck! I can't believe the greasy git let you watch!"
Remus laughed at his distraught friend.
Then they heard: "Enjoying the view?" and turned to see Severus at the door, clearly angry.
"Definitely." Sirius replied, just to spite him.
But Remus just raised his arms and walked away from him.
Severus stared down at Sirius and walked towards his wife, picking her up in his arms and going to the fireplace to floo home.
But he was back within minutes, finding Sirius sitting on the sofa where Florence had been sleeping.
"Hey, Snivellus. Remus told me you've been exhibiting Florence."
Severus arched an eyebrow. "Exhibiting her?"
"Yes. And I wanna watch."
"Do you now?" Severus smirked. "You want me to show you how deliciously she moans under me? Are you asking me to rub in your face that Florence is mine? Because if you are, I will certainly oblige. Not now that she's pregnant, though, but it can be arranged for a couple of months after she gives birth."
Sirius pursed his lips, anger and jealousy hardening his blue eyes. "Do you even ask her before going around sharing her like a prized mare?"
"First of all," Severus pointedly said, his eyes narrowing, "There's no sharing involved. You watch, from a distance, and you do not in any way touch yourself."
"Fine. Whatever."
And Severus continued: "Secondly: I don't have to ask her, Black. The way she creams and cums when she knows she's being watched is all the answer I need to whether she likes it or not."
Sirius gulped, feeling uncomfortably hot at those words.
"I'll let you know when and where." Severus said, leaving the room.
Half an hour after Severus had returned, the meeting was officially ended and he flooed back home, finding Florence awakened and in the kitchen, an angry Tiffany by her side.
"Master Severus! Mistress doesn't let Tiffany make her the dessert! She's standing by the stove when she doesn't need to!"
"It's ok, Tiff." Said Florence. "I'm not sick! I can make some brigadeiro without hurting myself."
"Master Severus! Do something!"
He leaned on the door frame and chuckled at their dear house-elf. It had taken a long time for him to be worthy on Tiffany's eyes and to have her call him 'Master' – and even though she did it, she had no qualms on bossing him around if it meant protecting Florence. If the house was on fire, she'd save Florence first, then the kids, then Melody and him last – but he adored her to pieces.
"It's ok, Tiffany. Are the kids asleep?" he asked.
"Yes, Master." Tiffany replied, keeping her eyes on Florence, making sure she wasn't hurting herself.
"There. It's done!" announced Florence. "Let's eat it in the bedroom!"
"Let's go before the kids smell it, love." he said, taking two spoons.
Then they went upstairs, locking their bedroom door behind them.
"It was a good meeting, wasn't it?" Florence asked, going to the bathroom for a moment to fill up the bathtub and put the hot pot of brigadeiro beside it.
"Yes." He replied, unbuttoning his vest.
His one-word reply and grumpy demeanour had her asking: "What is it, Severus? Has something happened?"
"Black." He removed his shirt.
"Not that again! Yes, I hugged him! He's my friend!"
"A friend that wants to watch you under me."
"What?" she exclaimed – although she couldn't say she was surprised.
"Remus must've mentioned something to him, for Black told me he wants to watch us fuck." Severus crossed his arms over his naked chest.
Florence looked at him, "Is sex the only thing in men's minds?" she approached him, running her hands down his hard pecs.
"Are you truly judging men while you fondle me?" he asked, arching an eyebrow at her.
She chuckled, "Not my fault... you're too sexy." She turned around pointing to her back for him to unzip her. "But we were there to discuss the fast-approaching inevitable war! And I am pregnant for goodness sake! But the moment I left the room: Sirius and Remus started talking about sex. Then you arrived and you three kept talking about sex. What's wrong with you?"
"Are you telling me you're against the idea of letting Black watch?"
"No! Of course not!" she admitted. "I like being watched – you know that! I'm just questioning men's range of thought."
"It's not broad, I can assure you. I, for one, think of you, potions, work, sex, food, the kids, you and more sex."
She shook her head, turning to face him and letting her dress fall to the floor. "So you will plan a scene for me? Can I choose the place?"
"If its doable." He smirked.
"The kitchen at Grimmauld Place."
"May I ask why?" he looked at her with curiosity.
She shrugged. "I've had meals with Sirius at that table so many times in the past. It seems fitting."
"Your wish is my command, princess." Severus pulled her towards him.
She smiled and kissed his lips, her hands caressing his dick through his pants.
"I love when you're fucking me and start talking to whoever is watching... I feel desirable, a woman many want but only you can play with." she murmured over his lips.
"And that's the truth."
"Yes, it is." She bit his bottom lip. "Do you want to be my assistant tonight, Prof. Snape?"
"Of course, Mediwitch Delacour." He joined in her teasing. "What do you need?"
"I'm so dirty. But I can't bathe on my own, for that bathtub is soo big, professor, I fear I might drown."
"I can certainly help you with that."
He picked her up in his arms and carried her to their bathroom, helping her take off her bra and knickers and getting into the bathtub. He followed her soon, sitting behind her, her back against his chest.
Severus took the special liquid soap he had developed for her years ago and poured it onto a bath sponge, caressing her body with it, her sighs letting him know just how much she loved that.
"So instead of killing Sirius, you're letting him watch us?" Florence asked.
"His face as he watches me making you cum under me, repeatedly, will be better than seeing his blood painting the floor." He lowered the sponge between her legs, touching her pussy, hearing her exhale.
"You'll make me cum repeatedly, is that so?"
"You're mine, princess." He firmly said, slowly penetrating a finger in her channel, "My wife, my assistant, my love, with my hands on your body, my baby in your womb," he held her hips lifting her butt from the bottom of the tub, "And my cock up your pussy." And he plunged into her.
"Fuck, yeah." She moaned, resting her head his shoulder, circling her hips to get him deeper.
He gripped her hips harder, thrusting up, listening to her sighs of pleasure, her gasps, feeling the way her slick channel throbbed around him, her body moving against his, the water in the tub splashing around them, as he thrust into her faster.
Florence started to moan his name, sitting down harder on him, making him go even deeper inside her body.
He wrapped his arms around her and she dug her nails on his arms, marking his flesh, her head thrown back, her lips parted, his name leaving them as a mantra. And her body quivered as she orgasmed, her pussy clamping down on him, forcing him to cum with her, sucking his seed out of him, into her hot body.
"You're fucking delicious, and mine." He groaned in her ear.
"All yours, Sev." She breathed, feeling his dick leave her body. She sagged against his body, their hearts beating faster and in unison. He held her against his chest and they just enjoyed the heat of the water embracing their sated bodies.
"Now," she whispered. "Be a good husband and feed me some brigadeiro, will you."
He chuckled and dipped one spoon into the pot, bringing it to her lips.
A week later
Hogwarts
Florence was in the dungeons in her husband's laboratory preparing some potions and ointments for the hospital wing when he barged in, looking furious.
"What's wrong, Severus?" she asked without taking her eyes away from a cauldron.
He took a deep breath, pondering if he should tell her, for she'd be even angrier than him and she shouldn't have any stress due to her pregnancy.
She glared at him, "We have a mind connection, husband. I'm already angry by your hesitancy."
He stopped behind her and moved his hands down her waist before announcing: "Hogwarts will be hosting the TriWizard Tournament."
"Wait. What?" she looked at him, confused.
"Cornelius Fudge and the Head of the Department of International Magical Co-operation, Bartemius Crouch, were just talking to Dumbledore about it and he has accepted us hosting it!"
Her eyes turned light-green nearly instantly. "Fucking senile old bastard! He has completely lost his mind!" she said, casting a stasis spell on the cauldrons still bubbling the worktable and going to the sink to wash her hands.
"Is he still in his office?" she asked.
"Yes."
Then she sent two Patronus messages and left the dungeons.
Severus followed her closely; if Florence was handing dear Headmaster his ass, he needed to see it.
Severus gave the gargoyle the password and they walked upstairs to Dumbledore's office.
Florence pushed the big wooden door open and entered the room.
"Have you lost your mind?" she asked angrily.
"My dear, Mrs. Snape. What do you mean?" the headmaster smiled.
But before she could reply, the flames in the fireplace turned green and two men walked out.
Dumbledore looked at them, surprised. "Sirius, Remus. What do I owe this visit?"
"I called them here." Florence said. "For once more you're not satisfied with the imminent danger to come. No! You must bring more danger into the castle!"
"Florence told us about the Tournament." Said Remus.
"You're exposing Harry unnecessarily!" shouted Sirius. "Let him have one normal year for fuck's sake!"
Dumbledore just looked around the room for a moment, observing how the four of them made quite a team. The three men stood behind one woman who faced him with no fear – her eyes a lighter shade of green than usual, letting him know her veela was close to the surface and ready to gauge his eyes out in a second.
"When have I ever stopped Harry from having a good normal year?" he finally said.
"First Quirrell." Said Florence, crossing her arms on her chest.
"And you knew there was something of the matter with him!" Added Severus.
"Then a basilisk! And my father's diary – a horcrux – in the hands of a child!" Florence got closer to his desk. "Don't tell me you had no idea Hogwarts had that monster living in its pipes. You know everything about this castle. Something as big as a basilisk would never go unnoticed by you!"
"And last year: dementors." Said Severus.
"But that wasn't my fault, Severus. The Ministry demanded..."
"Sure. Cause we all know how you easily bow to every and all of the Ministry's wishes." Florence sounded angry, but her voice was low, and she demanded: "You will cancel this Tournament."
Severus shivered as he heard her speak – that tone of voice was too similar to her father's.
Dumbledore watched her closely, the way her husband had just shivered told him she shared many more characteristics with her father than he had previously thought.
"I can't go back on my word, children." Dumbledore said at last. "I can only promise you that I'll upgrade security and..."
"Do you know who is Headmaster in Durmstrang?" Severus asked him.
"Yes. Igor Karkaroff." Replied Dumbledore.
Sirius frowned. "Karkaroff? Wasn't he a Death Eater?"
"Not just that." Said Florence. "He went on trial for aiding in the torturing of muggles and half-bloods. He was sent to Azkaban and named names on exchange for his freedom."
"Severus's was one of the names he mentioned." Said Remus.
"Most importantly, one of the names he said was Barty Crouch Jr's." Added Florence.
Sirius raised his eyebrows in surprise. "And now Dumbledore will be hosting a Tournament here where two of the party guests are Karkaroff and Crouch Senior?" He looked at the headmaster. "You have really lost your mind."
"Karkaroff doesn't play fair." Continued Severus. "As headmaster, he's encouraged an environment dominated by fear and intimidation. Many parents have even withdrawn their kids from Durmstrang because of him."
"And those are just two problems." Added Florence. "Durmstrang also has among its students many children of known Death Eaters."
"Right. And how are your twins faring there?" pointedly asked Dumbledore.
Florence and Severus looked at him in anger. "You know very well why they are there." She spoke. "They've been our eyes and ears in that school for years now."
"The boys are spies?" asked Sirius, incredulous.
"They are aware of it, Sirius. No one's using them against their will." Florence explained.
"Look, children." Said Dumbledore, patronizingly. "I am not going to expose Harry to any more danger. The Tournament will be for students seventeen or older, Harry is fourteen. Also, I asked the Ministry to let me choose the aurors that will be working inside the castle – and I'll pick only those who are already members of the Order of The Phoenix." He looked at Florence. "You're welcome to stay in Hogwarts, of course, and help keep an eye on Harry." His blue eyes sparkled mischievously and then he added: "I'm sure Igor will love to see you again."
Those words had all three men looking at her, and she could feel her husband's jealousy rising.
"Enough, Dumbledore. You know very well his advances were never welcomed." She replied, knowing the headmaster had said that just to spite Severus.
"Isn't he older than us?" asked Sirius.
"Yes. He's two years older than us. When I left Durmstrang he was on his seventh year." Said Florence.
"Igor used to hit on you?" asked Severus.
"Yes." She didn't lie. "All the time. But I never liked him; he manages to be even more disgusting than Lucius Malfoy." She looked at Dumbledore again. "Stop riling Severus up to try and divert attention from the problem! You're talking about bringing hundreds of people into the castle for a Tournament that any other school could host!"
"It's Hogwarts' turn this time. And I'm not going to cancel it." Dumbledore stood up from his chair, showing he was about to end that conversation. "You all want Harry to have a normal year. Very well. This year, all eyes will be in the TriWizard Tournament, Harry will be able to blend into the background as any other student, for all attention will be on the Three Champions."
"What about his safety?" asked Florence.
"Harry has very good people that fights for him, just look at the four of you. Severus already has his orders, the three of you are welcome to come help as well."
Florence stared at Dumbledore in distrust, she could tell there was more behind his desire of hosting the TriWizard Tournament, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what.