The build up towards the Tournament is rather swift but that's simply because I don't care about it, I want to focus on the tasks and the interpersonal relationships between the champions more than anything. Anyway, very much insomnia induced, and I hope you all enjoy~!

Trudging up the stairs to the ancient castle of Hogwarts was as always slightly irritating but Dancia hadn't minded all that much considering she had other things to occupy her thoughts; namely that Harry and Mia were coping with the fact they had been able to see the thestrals drawing the carriages from Hogsmeade on.

Dany was at a loss, what was she supposed to say to the pair, really? Sorry you saw me lose my composure and began indiscriminately killing terrorists in a Black Rage, and now you are cursed with knowing the truth of death and having to live with the fact at the tender age of fourteen?

Her brooding mood was broken when Harry took her right hand and Mia hooked her arm around her left while resting her head on Dany's shoulder.

"No brooding," Harry stated flatly while glancing at her with a carefree smile.

Dany bristled at that, "I am not br-"

Hermione placed a finger from her free hand on her lips before tightening her grip, "Shush, who knows you better then us? That's right no one, so no brooding. Lets just enjoy the welcoming feast and worry about the worlds trials and tribulations afterwards, shall we?"

Dany seethed for a moment then nodded as they entered the Great Hall and found their places at the Ravenclaw table, soon joined by her dorm mates, Luna, along with Cho and her hangers on.

As everyone began filing into their respective areas Hermione eventually spoke up, "You know I never noticed it before but why don't any of the boys in our house's year group sit with us?"

"They're boring, more or less," Dancia stated with a shrug, "You're a muggle born that is top of our class that managed to make best friends with us, Harry is the boy who lived, I'm the heiress to a noble family, Padma and Su are both heiress's to very important trading conglomerates, and Luna's...well... Luna. Truthfully what do they have to offer us?"

Then Harry shot out, "Plus we're the house of brilliant introverts, so really are you honestly shocked we all broke off into our own little cliques?"

Hermione blinked, scowled, fidgeted with her skirt, then nodded, "Ah..." was her only reply.

The following welcoming speech presented by Dumbledore was more or less exactly the same as it was for Draco, leaving Dany with the unending fear that Harry was going to be drawn into the madness of the Triwizard tournament yet again.

Without Crouch Junior pulling the strings she seriously had no idea how Harry would be involved but she knew he would be regardless of the fact.

Potter Luck. What a bitch.

There were no new additions to the staff this year, Auntie Bella remained their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor which meant that whatever cats paw Riddle had chosen was going to have to attack her Harry from a different angle.

This did not please Dany in the slightest, foreknowledge was after all useful, yet of course on the same note useless when the present did not follow through with the future that had passed.

Regardless she and her friends went through the motions of Hogwarts everyday life until they were informed that the two foreign school's contingents were to arrive in a rather dramatic manner.

Lining up on the lawn with the rest of the school's students Dancia swayed back and forth on the balls of her feet, broadcasting an open feeling of apprehension to anyone paying attention.

Harry grasped her hand while Hermione rested her head on her opposite shoulder, Harry tweaked her nose forcing Dany to meet his gaze evenly as he shot her an all knowing grin, "Relax, it isn't that big of a deal."

Her attention shifted to Hermione who was currently running a finger along Dany's sleeve before a pair of chocolate diamonds locked onto her own glinting sapphires, then the muggle born witch grinned at her completely at ease in her embrace.

"You really are tense, what is it that has you so worried?"

War. Bigotry. Sexism. Oppression. Jingoism. Nepotism. Cronyism...Nationalism, the ever present infantile disease of society... Take your pick, Draco had seen it all.

Dany shot her a bland smile while shrugging and lightly drawling out, "Just wondering if Hogwarts has what is needed to win is all."

Her friends remained silent for a time when Hermione finally spoke up, "Why do you feel it necessary to lie to us at times like this?"

Dany froze, and bare moments later she muttered out, "Because I'm terrified that my true thoughts would cause harm to you..."

More silence.

"Fair enough," Harry muttered as he turned to view the approaching flying coach, turf was soon torn from lawns as the massive winged horses pulling said coach along landing as gently as one could expect. As the abraxan flight fidgeted about a rather... Ok... Honesty set to on, a Hagrid sized woman exited the coach to greet the Headmaster.

A moment later all present turned to see a war galley pop up out of the Black Lake, it was bobbing like a cork a few moments before Dumbledore clapped his hands together once while grinning widely.

"It appears our companions from Durmstrang have also arrived, Madam Olympe, shall we?"

"But of course, Dumbleydore," she demurred and accepted his arm as they moved to greet the Durmstrang contingent.

Harry cocked his head to the side then muttered, "Did...she just insult the headmaster in such a manner that she could play it off as a language barrier thing?"

Padma chuckled down the line of gathered 'claws and shot him a glance, her glistening lavender eyes as stark a contrast to her mocha skin as her brilliantly white teeth whilst she winked at him and nodded before focusing forward once again.

He could only chuckle at that while refocusing on Dancia and Hermione who were both shooting him glaring scowls which only served to confuse him really.

"What?" He asked the pair of witch's flanking him, they just let out a 'Humph!' noise and focused on the gathering of foreign students as they were lead by the Headmaster towards the Great Hall.

Whatever, he was still a realist and if his friends became randomly weird well...that was their prerogative. He had been raised by a collection of the most dangerous, surliest, perversely creative, eclectic, and easily bored witches seen in centuries, he was quite literally ready for anything.

After the initial dick waving competition from the Durmstrang students who eventually roosted at the Slytherin tables, those from Beauxbatons danced their way through the hall and eventually rested with the Ravenclaws.

That's when things got...weird.

The Terrible Trio dug into the newly available French cuisine with gusto, considering their palates had only been exposed to over salted fried foods for the past several weeks no one should have been surprised of the fact. Eventually Harry heard one rather haughtily beautiful older girl speak up in her native tongue and he focused in on her with some unwarranted interest.

How...odd.

"Have you eaten all of the bouillabaisse?"

One of the girls sneered at the speaker, "What if we had, whore?"

"It...is may favorite..."

The girl sneered, "I know."

Well then.

That was just simply rude now was it not?

"Dinky!" A house elf appeared at his side and he quickly whispered into her ear as the surprised Ravenclaw and Beauxbaton's student's looked on.

A moment later a bowl of steaming seafood stew appeared before the young blonde witch who had initially asked for it, Harry threw her a casual salute while speaking up in his slightly accented French, "We all deserve are favorites every now and then, do we not young miss?" With that he shot her a smirk and turned back to his now irate girlfriend.

"What was all that about?!" Dancia hissed out, and Harry could only stare at her in bewilderment as he replied candidly with a pinch of confusion.

"What was what?"

Hermione tried to hide her amusement as Dancia turned a dozen shades of red before sighing, grabbing Harry's tie, and pulling him into a smoldering kiss. Befuddled, yet very much not upset Harry shook his head quickly meeting his girlfriend's gaze evenly as he spoke up.

"I'm missing something aren't I?"

"You most certainly are you beautiful, brilliant, blind boy..." Dancia muttered near silently before shaking herself into action.

Harry muttered, "Nice alliteration," before his hand was grabbed by his witch and she was soon joined by Hermione dragging him to the dorms, Harry for his part just shrugged and accepted it.

No point fighting the inevitable after all.

Eventually after resting in their inner sanctum for a time Dancia wandered off to wash up for the evening when Hermione spoke up, "She's a Veela."

Harry blinked and met Hermione's gaze evenly, "Pardon?"

She rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, "The girl you acquired soup for, she is part Veela, you were the only boy at our table unaffected by her and you went out of your way to serve her the food she wanted, then promptly ignored her for another woman."

Harry was silent for several moments as he processed this, then his eyes widened comically.

"That means Dany thinks-"

"Yup."

"But I didn't mean anything behind it, do you think she'll und-"

"Nope."

"I mean she was pretty and all but she wasn't Dany or you pretty but that won't mean anything because of the Veela thing will it?"

"Nope."

"I am so completely fucked aren't I?"

"Language, and yup."

"...I need to call my sister..."

Hermione grinned at that, "Good boy, you can be taught!"

Harry gave her the archer's salute as he wandered away flipping his compact mirror open while muttering 'Big Sis Dora', leaving Hermione grinning in slightly sadistic amusement.

The following day met several students trying to pass the age line that Professor Dumbledore had placed up around the Goblet of Fire, preventing anyone below the age of seventeen from entering the blood sport contest. It was, if Dany was to be one hundred percent honest, kind of hilarious watching the extents these idiots went to in order to enter their names into that damn cup for what amounted to chump change for her.

She, Harry, Mia, Luna, occasionally visited by Neville and Susan, watched the proceeding actions with the eyes of scientists observing monkeys attempting to perform complex tasks, making scathing commentary all the while to amuse themselves further.

"Oh what's this? The runner is taking his mark!" Dancia drawled out.

"He's looking about his surroundings like a nervous gazelle, watching for predators in the high grasses," Neville threw in.

"Reasonably assured he is safe at the moment, he makes his move," Hermione stated, never removing her gaze from the book in her hand.

Harry took on a faux excited tone as he continued for her with, "And he's off to the races folks, he jumps to his left, jukes to his right, and oh no he's blindsided in the end and sent flying!"

As the Gryffindor sixth year was sent sailing away the Ravenclaws laughed to themselves as they were approached by the prone boys friends, none of them looked overly pleased at the House of Wisdom's reactions to their attempts to bypass the age line.

"Think yer real smart don'tchya?" One of them stated, Dancia crossed her arms and raised a brow at that.

"Yes, in fact that is kind of our House's MO really."

Another boy sneered at that as he took a step forward, "Betchya you can't think of a better way to bypass the age line."

"Really?" Harry stated flatly before he turned and yelled at the Weasley twins, "Yo, Gred, Forge, you wanna compete in this thing right?"

The twins exchanged looks, nodded then approached the gathered confrontation, Fred eventually speaking for the pair, "Aye, that we do."

Dancia smirked at that, then pointed at the Goblet of Fire, "Well then I can guess what Harry is about to tell you then. Write your name on a slip of parchment, wad it up and throw it into the cup."

The gathered Gryffindor's all stared at her in surprise for a few moments when Hermione eventually spoke up, "It is an age line, not a force field. Simply do not cross it and really, what can it do to stop you?"

Five minutes later after a deluge of wadded parchment flew into an ancient artifact the greatest wizard in the past century had all of his security measures bypassed by simple logic.

Dancia had a hard time keeping her giggling to herself.

A bit of tension between Fleur and the trio, also simple logic outwitting almighty powers is always fun, hope you enjoyed!