AN- I'm Back now. Thanks for all the reviews and stuff whilst I've been gone.

Anonymous: You're mentioning the James Potter Seeker/Chaser debate again. In the films he was a Seeker; in the books a Chaser. I work from the books so he is a Chaser. Also for the stolen snitch; he could have just as likely been proving he was great at all positions. However he was a chaser in the book so he is a chaser in this fan fiction. Please don't shout at me I've explained this before.

CaseLC: I'm not going to comment on the Barty thing; spoilers and such. Now Romance in very important in this section of the story but it tappers off a bit later. I've tried not to make it take over but it is quite important just now.

Thanks all of you. My beta and I are working our way up to these newer chapters but I didn't want to leave you without updates. Stand by on my spelling and grammar; we're working on it.


Chapter 53

Draco insisted on straightening everyone's robes and doing hairs. He was still obsessed with looking presentable.

"Harry please at least try to make your hair look decent."

"Draco My Girlfriend likes it like this." It was no secret that Harry loved lording the fact he had a girlfriend. He liked to brag about how amazing she was. The bliss of new love he supposed.

"Yes but your girlfriend is Luna Lovegood and she's bias." Draco moved in a huff. "Just tie it up Harry."

"Fine." Harry went to look for a brush or comb.

Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were about to arrive. Harry had planned on just dropping off his things and leaving. That was clearly unacceptable for Draco.

"Here Harry." Lavender handed Harry a plain black hair tie.

"Thanks Lavender." Harry pulled his hair back and glowered at Draco. He then wrapped his good cloak around his shoulders and persuaded Draco to leave everyone alone. For the first time in three years his hair was oiled back.

"We'll be late." Hermione and Lavender had matching Butterflies in their hair. Harry smiled and they headed down to meet the competitors.

Harry and Ron stood on the outside of Draco and Hermione. Neville was on Harrys left. They waited as dusk began to fall.

Harry looked up and pointed to his friends so they could see the flying carriage. "That's Beauxbatons from France."

"Woah." Some people gasped as the beautiful golden carriage landed. There were others that were a little nervous about the giant golden horses. Harry knew they were quite tame but you couldn't doubt their power.

Harry was still quite amazed as Madam Maxime proceeded gently down the steps. She was amazingly elegant for a woman her size. She looked stern and a little plain; though with such carefully calculated steps she alluded an aura of lady. Or maybe what was supposed to be a lady. Harry could almost see what Hagrid saw in her.

All her students came out with similar elegance. Harry easily picked out Fleur dressed in her Beauxbaton blue. Harry just imagined how happy she had made Bill; even if they hadn't lived very long.

Harry, like everyone else, watched them head up into the castle. He then turned to the black lake. Everyone who was friends with Harry turned in the same direction.

Harry watched still with the same fascination. The boat rose out of the water; completely dry. Harry was slightly less fascinated with the people who got off the boat. Covered in furs they were happier and less stuck up than their French counterparts.

"Come on." Harry pulled Draco's arm.

"Harry that's Viktor Krum."

"Yes I know- nice guy. Not the brightest of chaps but he's nice." Harry shrugged. "We need to get into the hall."

Harry sat them all in their seats. Dumbledore had split Dumstrang between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff; the Beauxbaton between Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

Harry spent the rest of the evening trying to persuade everyone not to batter Viktor with questions and autographs.

"Excuse me, do you want ze bouillabaisse?"

"Hi Fleur." Harry mentally kicked himself. He wasn't supposed to know her name. God he was an idiot sometimes.

"'ave we met?"

"Errr."

"Excuse my friend; he's a seer." Hermione insisted.

Fleur smiled and perched down. "Oh, 'ave you zeen anything about me?"

"I'm friends with your future Husband."

"Oh." She didn't look pleased.

"He's an amazing man- he's not at school."

"E iz older?"

"Yes much."

"What iz 'is name?"

Harry shook his head. "I can't tell you. But you two are great together."

"How vonderful."

"Sorry." Harry shrugged. Harry Potter is stupid. Harry Potter is stupid. He felt like he deserved to write lines for his stupidity.

"Maybe you give me a small clue?" She leaned forward; she was trying to allure the information out of Harry.

"That won't work on me Miss Declacour." She smiled looking impressed. Harry sighed. "He has long hair."

"Zat iz not much of a clue."

"He's English obviously. You meet him this year. That's all your getting out of me."

"Just one more."

"You'll know when you see him; I promise."

"Well thank you- Oh my I never ask your name; 'ow rude of me."

"I'm Harry."

"It iz a pleasure to meet you Harry."

"No Mandy." Ron reached out for his Toad who was now jumping over the table.

"Oh my. Iz she poisonous?" Fleur asked urgently.

"No, no. Not at all."

Fleur looked at the toad before lifting Mandy up. "She iz a pretty frog." The veela girl commented. "My Vavourite colour."

"Oh thank you. Her names' Mandragora." Ron admitted.

"Une si jolie grenouille. Ce joli nom." Fleur spoke lovingly over the Toad. "Mandragora."

"Umm what did you say?" Ron was suspicious his pet had been insulted.

"She said that it was a pretty name for a pretty…. frog. I think."

"Tu parle Français?"

"Juste un peu."

"Ahh I Zee." She handed the toad back to Ron. "Thank you; she is very beautiful."

"Thanks she's quite rare." Ron blushed. "I'm Ron."

"Pleasure Monsieur. Well I must get back to my school. Did you want this Harry?" She held up the bowl.

"No Its fine. Enjoy it."

"I suppose I'll zee you around."

"She's a veela." Ron gasped holding Mandy close to his chest.

"No Ron she's only a quarter veela. Don't gauck she's going to be your sister-in-law."

"Waaa. Lo- Bill." Ron gaped. "She's going to marry Bill?!"

"Shush. We can't tell her- I've already told her enough."

"Lucky bastard."

"Guys shush." Hermione pointed to the high table.

Harry listened carefully. He hoped with all his heart that his name wasn't put in the goblet of fire. He didn't want to go through that again.

Harry looked into the flames just licking the crest of the goblet. He felt like he should pray.

"An age line; that's easy to fool. An ageing potion should do it."

"It won't." Harry told them.

"Are you alright?"

"You can't fool the age line. It's impossible."

"Well you said you can get an older-"

"No; promise me you won't."

"I don't see what the big deal is Harry."

"People died in this tournament last time. And beyond that. It's a magically binding contract. If you put your name in you are literally betting your magic that you will compete. If your name comes out and you don't compete you will become a squib."

The twins exchanged a look. "Alright Harry. If you say so." They nodded seriously.

"Well let's get to bed then. It's going to be an exciting day tomorrow." Hermione suggested pulling her rat away from her crumbs.

"When is Halloween not exiting?" Ron muttered placing Mandy into his robes. Mrs Weasley had sewn a pocket underneath Ron's Gryffindor crest. The toad in question was peeking out of this pocket.


AN- Remember to tell me what you think. You're next chapter should be soon. ~Tia