'thoughts'

"speech"

The atmosphere in Hogwarts was anxious. It was lunch hour and a day before the Drumstrang and Beauxbaton students would arrive. Many students were lingering at their tables in the Great Hall longer than usual, not wanting to face the wrath of the caretaker Filch or any of the cleaning teachers. Others stayed in their rooms, afraid to linger in the halls. The rest were either in class, the library or outside facing the chilly weather. Though it didn't seem the bravest thing to do, it was the smartest if you valued your housepoints. However one group of people didn't get the message and were stuck sneaking around Hogwarts, avoiding crazed cleaners the best they could.

"This is all your fault Harry."

Harry kicked Blaise from his position on the floor. Outside the unused classroom on the seventh floor they were in was Professor Vector, the Arithmancy teacher. She was a strict, short women who was currently in a bad mood at having to help clean like a houself. To come out and give her someone to release her frustrations upon was pure stupidity.

"I didn't realize what was going to happen today! I wouldn't have asked you to practice if I did. All we have to do is get Parvati to the Gryffindor tower and we'll be able to get to our common room."

"Fine!" Blaise stopped looking through the key hole to glare at the Gryffindor. "This is all your fault Patil."

Parvati ignored Blaise and continued to talk to Tracey. The girls were sitting on the dusty desk in the corner of the dark room. The group had been practicing dueling in the Room of Requirement for the last few weeks and had been civil to each other despite their houses. Tracey, Harry and Parvati had become friends, but Blaise was still upset at the idea of being around a rival.

"Blaise be quiet! I think she's leaving."

Blaise dropped to the ground next to Harry and peered under the door. He gave a sigh of relief as the teacher walked off and both boys stood.

"I don't see what all the fuss is about," Tracey said as they walked out the door. "Its just a bunch of brooding Drumstrang students and stuck up Beauxbaton students coming."

"They're not stuck up," snapped Harry.

"Well maybe if you tell us who the French girl you've been all jittery about is we'd stop talking about it."

Harry shook his head as the group reached the Fat Lady. No one was outside the portrait which they were thankful for. They usually only talked with Parvati when doing homework or practicing, but occasionally they were seen outside or in hallways together and the sight confused a lot of people. Many followed Parvati's example because of her popularity and seeing her socializing with house rivals was strange. It did help though. Harry had seen younger Gryffindor girls shopping with young Slytherin girls in Hogsmead and Vanessa had said a few had been passing notes in her classes.

Parvati waved goodbye and the Slytherins started walking toward the common room as she slipped behind the portrait.

"I don't see why you just don't tell us who it is Harry," Blaise said as they reached the second floor. "We know there's someone. Everytime Tracey says French tart or stuck up French student you get angry at her. By now I'm pretty sure she's just doing it to try to get you to slip up."

"It doesn't work if you let him know that Blaise!"

Harry stayed silent until they were safe in the dungeon's corridors. "It doesn't matter who it is. She probably won't recognize me tomorrow. I haven't spoken to her in a long time."

Tracey sighed as they reached the common room and they gathered around the small fire. "Well she must be pretty if you ignored Chang for her. Do you know how many guys drool over her? Plus you're hanging out with the best looking Gryffindor girl and you haven't done anything about that either."

Harry smiled as bright blue eyes and silvery hair entered his mind. 'Pretty is an understatement.'

"She is," Harry stated after a moment, before pulling his Transfiguration book out of his bag and changing the subject.

A few hours after they arrived safely in the common room the group dispersed for the night. With thoughts of Fleur in his mind, Harry settled in his bed. A small part of him held hope she would know him, but the majority knew that it was unlikely. It had been ten years since she actually knew him and both of them had changed. They might not even be able to get along well anymore. The small part throbbed with objection fell asleep.

Harry rubbed his eyes as he looked over the lake. It was the day of the schools arrival and he hadn't slept much the night before. 'Its must be nerves,' he realized. Blue eyes and graceful movements had flitted through his dreams most of the night. The part-veela's impending arrival effected him more than he would have liked to admit.

"Harry!"

'Just five minutes Parvati,' Harry thought as he shook his head and sat up. "What?"

Parvati frowned and turned to her friend. "You dragged me from lunch for help on Divination homework then you fall asleep on me." She pushed his dream log to him as she said this to prove her point.

Harry nodded as he finished his notes on Parvati's dream. Although he didn't like to admit it out loud, Parvati was alot better at Divination than he was. He suspected she had seer blood in her, but never mentioned it. He inwardly shrugged. If she knew she had seer blood in her she could bring it up herself. He then picked up his own dream evaluation and read what she wrote.

Dreams of black bats surrounding a white can signify a number of things. In general, bats can represent ones need to let go of old habits or its symbolic to rebirth. One who has endured a drastic change would commonly dream of bats.

A white bat usually signifies the death of a family member while black bats signify a personal disaster. Black bats surrounding the white as if to protect could mean someones need to help despite a distressing moment that occurred in their own life recently.

'Well that's cheerful,' Harry thought as he finished. He had only been studying wizard divination for a month and he already regretted it. Their teacher was obviously a fraud who loved a tragic story more than the truth. 'This type of evaluation is bound to get a good grade,' he thought as he gazed down at the report.

Parvati had finished Divination and was pulling out her Transfiguration as Harry finished reading. Knowing there was nothing to stop him now, he laid back down on the grass before drifting off into a light sleep.

Harry looked around frantically. He was surrounded by a gray mist and everywhere he turned to looked the same. He began to run in desperation and surprisingly he quickly got tired and dropped to his knees.

(Dream)

"Harry."

Harry jumped at the sudden soft voice. In the distance a young women's form appeared and Harry slowly stood up and walked toward it.

"Who are you?"

The women's form slowly came into view and Harry realized it was actually a girl no older than fourteen. Her black hair was pulled back from her face in a pony tail and her hazel eyes looked much older than her outward appearance.

Harry stepped forward, one hand slowly rising as if to see if the girl was real. His hand barely touched her white sleeve before the gray mist disappeared and he found himself next to the Hogwarts lake with the girl sitting beside him.

The girl looked to him and sighed disapprovingly as if he couldn't even see her. She then stood up and stretched, smiled and waved at a point near the lake, and then ran over. Harry saw her run right into the lake before the seen faded into black.

(end dream)

"Harry! Wake up!"

Harry groaned and turned his head to the side, ignoring the girl above him.

"Come on Harry!" Parvati said as she once again shook her friend. Water from her hair dripped onto the young vampire's face and he reluctantly opened his eyes. Parvati stood above him in her shorts and shirt she had on earlier which were wet with water from the lake. She had also 'borrowed' his robes to cover herself with so she wouldn't get that cold. Harry looked at her in annoyance as she ringed more water out of her hair, most of it being soaked up by his robe.

'I swear, all those ditzy Gryffindor rumors must have some truth to them,' he thought as he stood up. Glimpses of his strange dream flashed through his head as the Gryffindor pulled him to the castle, both needing to get ready for the schools' arrival.

(Evening)

"Come on Harry we're late!"

Harry stumbled out of the bathroom of their dormitory with his green and silver tie half way down his face and his shirt still unbuttoned. Blaise groaned at seeing the state he was in and dove under his friend's bed to help him get his shoes and robe. When he reemerged with a wrinkled and wet robe Harry had finished with his shirt and was tightening the tie.

"Throw me my robe Blaise."

Blaise looked at the robe in disdain before throwing it back on the floor. "You're better off just wearing that and your jacket. McGonagall would kill you if you showed up in this infront of guest."

Harry nodded absently as he pulled on his shoes. They were supposed to be outside about fifteen minutes ago and although there were plenty of Hogwarts students to lose track of, they had a feeling the professor would notice them being late. Once he had his shoes and had his Slytherin green jacket on the boys took off running towards the Entrance Hall.

Once they reached the Entrance doors the boys stopped and slowly opened them . The other schools had yet to arrive and they could see the students lined up infront of the lake. Crouching low so that they wouldn't be seen, the boys rushed to the back off the group. They spotted Tracey a few rows ahead as they stood behind the seventh years and started to make their way over to her.

'She's going to spot me in this jacket easily,' Harry thought as he shrugged it off his shoulders and held it in his arms. He was a few spaces from Tracey when he accidentally stepped on a seventh years foot.

"Oh, sorry."

The blond Hufflepuff boy smiled reassuringly and shifted over so Harry had an easier path to his group. Harry smiled back and easily slipped in next to Tracey, who giggled as Blaise came up next looking flustered from both the run and getting through the group. Neither noticed Harry didn't seem out of breath and was chuckling with Tracey.

"Students! Students! We are sorry for the wait but the schools should be here in a matter of minuetes. However, we just received a floo from Madame Maxine, the headmistress of Beauxbaton, that there has been a problem with the translator potions. Are there any French speaking students who are willing to help translate for some students for the time being?"

McGonagall's announcement was met with silence. A number of the students spoke French, but none were willing to volunteer either from nervousness or unwillingness to help. Finally at the end of the sixth year row a quiet Gryffindor girl walked out. Seeing her bravery, Harry smiled and followed much to the amazement of other students who weren't aware of him knowing French.

As he stood next to the girl in the front of all the students McGonagall gave a relieved smile and walked over to them. "Thank you Ms. Granger and Mr. Potter. There aren't that many students coming so you two plus some of the professors should be enough for the time being. I just need you to walk with the students to the Great Hall and sit with them until Dumbledore's speech is done. Then you shall return to your normal table for the remainder of the feast. Look out for them the next few days also until we have enough potions ready." She stopped and looked frantically to the sky before back at the sixth-years. "You don't know how much this helps. Not many can use translator spells easily and there are simply too many students anyway to preform it on all of them. You'll be rewarded later for your help."

She finished just as the crowd broke into whispers. In the distance a large object was headed straight towards the group of people.

"Its a dragon!"

"Don't be stupid! Its a flying house!"

"Its obviously a Pabumblamic seeking its revenge on the Teddy people who live underneath the lake."

The Granger girl snorted at the fifth-year Ravenclaws answer as the large form moved closer.Once it was nearit was apparent that it was a gigantic carriage pulled by large horses. The ground trembled as it landed and a few students stepped back as the doors opened. A few felt disappointed as a young man simply jumped out but the feeling disappeared as Madame Maxine followed. She was simply the largest women the students had ever seen. She was dressed in black satin, flashy jewelry and had a fur coat wrapped around her large frame. The handsome women looked at the group of students then held her hand out as Dumbledore rushed forward.

"Madame Maxine!" Dumbledore greeted as he kissed her hand. "So wonderful to finally see you after all these years! Welcome to Hogwarts!"

"Dumbly-dort," the headmistress replied in a deep voice. "I 'ope you are well?"

"Very fine indeed Madame. Now why don't we get some care for these magnificent beast while you and your students get situated in the Great Hall?"

Madame Maxine nodded and made a gesture to the carriage. The rest of the Beauxbaton students filed out, heads wrapped snuggly in scarves and shivering.

"'ave you made any preparations for our predicament?"

McGonagall stepped forward and quickly explained how they would provide a few translators until they were able to have all the potions prepared. After Madame Maxine nodded approvingly Harry and the girl were told to step forward.

"Pleasure to meet you Madame Maxine," Harry said in French as he bowed down and kissed her large hand. Behind himGranger curtsied polity, but stayed silent.

"Pleasure for me as well I am sure. V'wat are your names?"

"Harry Eagle-Potter, ma'am."

"Hermione Granger, Madame."

There was a stir in the back of the Beauxbaton crowd where a bundle of girls were huddled together, but no one in front noticed.

"Very well. We also 'ave translators of our own. Will my translators please step forward."

A girl with brown eyes immediately stepped forward from her place right next to Madame Maxine and a moment later another with blue eyes came from the back. Both girls had scarves wrapped around their faces and although both were dressed in fine silk robes, the blue eyed one was shivering much more violently and was hugging her arms around herself.

Harry looked at the girl with sympathy but the girl didn't meet his gaze as she had her chin tucked into her neck and eyes cast down on the ground, trying to gain more warmth that she was now missing without her friends surrounding her. Harry looked at her, then his jacket, before stepping forward.

"Here, you can wear this."

The girl jumped at the sudden voice and looked up. Blue eyes widened as they met green and the next thing Harry knew he was being jumped by the French girl.

"'Arry!"

Harry grew confused, but wrapped his arms around the girl anyway as she clung to his neck. His confusion left however as the girl's scarf fell to the ground letting a mane of silvery-blond hair fall down.

"Fleur!"

Harry laughed and lifted her up from the ground causing her the yelp and hug him tighter. Getting the feeling he would suffocate if he continued, he set her back on the ground and pulled her back so he could see her. Although her nose and cheeks were a little red from the cold her face showed relief and happiness and her eyes were bright as if filled with unshed tears.

Harry smiled at the part-veela before letting her go and picking up her scarf. As soon as he finished wrapping it around her neck and put his jacket on her she flung herself onto him again and buried her face into his warm chest.

"Wow. I wonder what happens if I give you gloves and earmuffs too," Harry mumbled against her hair. Fleur laugh was muffled against his chest but Harry could feel it more than hear it.

"Mr. Potter! What is the meaning of this!"

Harry felt Fleur tense and move back a bit, but not that far since she didn't know who McGonagall was yelling at. When she saw the professor's gaze on the two of them however, she stepped back to her headmistress and hugged Harry's jacket to herself.

"She's a friend from France Professor. We haven't seen each other in a while," Harry stated, standing up straighter.

McGonagall sniffed and looked at the confident boy to the shivering seventh year and then to Madame Maxine who didn't seem to care about the scene at all. "Very well Mr. Potter, but in the future please save these touching moments for a more private time. Right now we have too much on our schedule.

Harry nodded and Madame Maxine ushered all her students into a straight line. They all looked to McGonagall who motioned for the Beauxbaton school to follow. Harry and Hermione walked next to their professor as they approached the castle. Once it was in sight Harry slowed his pace until he was near the middle of the line where his friend was and moved closer to her so he was easy to hear. Fleur turned and smiled at him before glancing back at the old castle.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, Fleur."

Author's note:

Hello there! Thanks to every one who reviewed; my answers to some of them are below. Since I haven't updated in a while I went ahead and put Fleur's arrival in this chapter instead of delaying it. I'll try to update sooner from now on. I also think I need a beta so if you want you can volunteer and email me and explain how to email my stories to you.

Reviews:

Some reviewed about James's portrayal.Remember its Harry's opinion, which can change with enough probing.He drew it from radom stories from different places and clans and has also never met any one from his parents past(Remus and Sirius). Except for the Eagles most vampires aren't even let in school.They just know him as an Auror who had regulary hunted 'dark' creatures. I was going to save it for later but since some seemed concerned about it I went ahead and mentioned it.

Alot seem to think Leaena is Harry's sister. Pretty intresting considering she's about 5 years younger than him. Oh well.

I'm starting to put Character profiles on my profile page. Vanessa Eagle is on it now so you can look there if your confused about her. Hopefully it can help.

review and tell me what you like and hate. see ya.