July 1994

12 Grimmauld Place

It had been years since the last time Florence had set foot in that house; the luxurious home of the rich Black Family was now falling apart, the smell of decaying carpets and old mouldy wood permeated the air of a place that once reeked of wealth.

She walked down the familiar narrow corridor straight into the kitchen – where she stopped, 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 arses 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.

"Miss Florence!" she suddenly heard the loud screech followed by the loud sound of a tray being dropped onto the floor.

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 returned the smiled and walked towards him, hugging him tightly.

"I'm so glad to see you're well, Padfoot! I feared I'd never see you again."

Sirius held her against his body, sniffing her hair, "You smell exactly like I remembered." he whispered, his hands caressing her back, "I missed you, Flor. I'm sorry I didn't speak to you that night in Little Whinging."

She gasped as she remembered, "You should have!" she took a step away from him and slapped his arm in reprimand, "We had no idea what you wanted in Hogwarts! You could've told Remus and I! Sent a Patronus! 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? You must know we tried everything to get you to have a fair trail-"

"No. Not that, I know you even tried illegal ways to get me out... no, it's not about that," he kept his gaze on her hand and she saw the pain in his blue eyes.

"Oh, Padfoot," she whispered, realising why he was angry.

"You married him, Flor," he touched her diamond ring, whispering: "You're wearing the Prince family crest. I dreamed about seeing you with my ring."

"I'm sorry this hurts you, Sirius. I'm so grateful for all you did to help me... but I never promised you anything. I-"

"I know, Flor," he pulled her closer again, whispering in her hair: "I know."

She hugged him back and heard him sigh.

Then he lowered his hands to her waist and took a step back to look at her.

"Leaving the past behind," his smile was back, "I'm so glad to see you here, you're a sight for sore eyes. Have you arrived alone?"

"No, she hasn't," Severus drawled from behind him in the corridor.

Sirius turned around to face him, "Snivellus."

The Potions Master 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.

Florence glared at him, "Yes, I'm fine. I'm not sick, Severus!"

I know, love, but it's a girl and we both know what that means. He said through their bond.

It means I'll hurt you if you don't stop being a pain.

Severus let out a small high of frustration.

And Sirius frowned at their interaction before realising: "You're pregnant," he looked at her belly.

"Yes," Florence nodded, "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 in unison.

"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.

Before Severus could reply, having understood clearly the man's intentions, Dumbledore walked into the kitchen:

"There you are!" he exclaimed, going towards Florence and lowering his voice: "Severus told me the news, my dear," he touched her belly, "I'm really happy for you. 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 with a frown, "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 when 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 and remembering: "I know you! You used to work at St. Mungus!"

"Many years ago, yes," Florence 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 into 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 woman finally spoke what was in her mind, "The kids have many theories about you and-"

"And Severus," continued Florence, with a smile, "I'm well aware of them, Molly. But we are just very good friends. We did date when we were students at Hogwarts, but not anymore. I just assist him and Pomfrey at the castle nowadays."

Molly shook her head, not fully buying that, "Can't imagine spending hours in a lab helping Severus Snape. That man has the ability to test a saint."

Florence laughed, "Yes, he sure does. What do you need me to do here?" 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; after a couple of minutes, she heard:

"Wow. You sure can cut things perfectly."

"Years and years of potion making, Molly, it becomes a habit."

"That'll be the prettiest salad I've ever served, for sure!" Molly laughed, and they heard an alarm go 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 Florence had run to the bathroom, for he could hear the retching sounds 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 chuckled and walked into the small space, closing the door before 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?" it was Molly.

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 did frequently.

Florence cast on herself: "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, fleabag. 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, you two!" hissed Dumbledore. "Sirius, enough riling him up!"

Severus let go of the other man, albeit reluctantly.


Florence entered the kitchen and in seconds Molly was on her: "There you are, Florence. Are you ok? What happened?"

"The smell of the roast beef made me nauseous, 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," Florence didn't deny it, just like Severus suggested, "It's a girl."

"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 was 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.

"Oh, this is just a ring I bought at a jewellery store," she made up, "I fell in love with it, so I bought it."

"Oh. Yes. It's truly beautiful," 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. It doesn't hurt to try."

And she walked out of the kitchen, finding Kreacher in the corridor 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.


When Florence reached the living room, she sat on the sofa, smiling softly as her memories of that place came forth, memories of playing games on that very rug with the Black kids – in a time when said rug was well-cared for and so clean that one could eat off of it.

Severus just watched his wife from afar, not moving from his place beside Dumbledore. They had agreed to stay away from each other, otherwise someone could notice that they were more than just friends; he could bet everyone in there had already heard a least one of the rumours about them.

"She's so fucking beautiful," whispered Sirius.

Severus growled and narrowed his eyes at him.

"She is amazing," Sirius continued, "I remember how good we were together, Flor and I," he smirked, glancing at the other man.

"Nice try, idiot," Severus rolled his eyes, "I know you've never fucked her."

"No, that's true. But I touched, and I kissed and licked and put my fingers-"

Severus had his wand on Sirius lower back, "That's it! You're playing permanently-dead, dog!" he was about to hex him when he heard Florence's voice in his head:

What's going on, Severus?

The dog will die tonight.

What did he tell you? She sighed in frustration. That he fucked me? You know he didn't-

But he touched!

He could feel her eyes rolling.

"Severus," said Dumbledore, resting a hand on his wand arm.

"This isn't over, mutt!" he growled low.

"Good evening to you all!" greeted Dumbledore loudly, looking at the others in there, "Your attention, please," and slowly everybody got quiet.

"Thank you," he continued, "Let's begin this meeting, shall we? First, I think I must explain to you all why I invited you to come here tonight. After what happened last month-"

"And what happened, Dumbledore?" asked a ginger young man called Bill Weasley.

"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 in fact the true Fidelius to the Potters' secret and the one who killed the twelve muggles Sirius was accused of murdering."

There was a heavy, shocked silence as people looked at one another and absorbed that information.

"Unfortunately," added Dumbledore, "Pettigrew has escaped again and a new Prophecy was made."

"A new Prophecy?" asked some, starting many hushed parallel conversations.

"Silence, please," requested the Headmaster, "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… and that's why I invited you here," he looked around the room before continuing: "As some of you may already know, I founded a secret organisation many years ago called The Order of The Phoenix. We fought against Voldemort and his Death Eaters then, and I feel now is the time to get this organisation working again. 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 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 Lupin arrived as the table was being cleared. Since he had already had dinner, that wasn't a problem, so he went looking for Sirius.

As he entered the living room, he stopped, finding his friend standing near the door, staring at a woman asleep on the sofa.

"Flor is still beautiful," he heard Sirius whisper.

"Yes, she is," Remus nodded, stopping beside him.

"But she's pregnant," Sirius added, bitterly, "With that git's child. For the fourth 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. Shit! As if that night wasn't awful enough as it was. Poor Flor."

"We all lost too much that night."

They both kept on looking silently at her for a while, until Sirius spoke again: "How crazy is it to have her here? We're putting together a group to fight Voldemort. And yet his daughter is over there, sleeping peacefully on the sofa."

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 fucking kidding me, Moony?"

"Nope," he shook his head.

"You'll have to let me see it, man! I have a pensieve around here somewhere," Sirius pondered where he had seen his father's pensieve.

"I'm not doing that, Sirius! It would be disrespectful. I'm the 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 out of the room.

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.

"So, Snivellus," the man said, disdainfully, "Remus told me you've been exhibiting Florence."

Severus arched an eyebrow and repeated: "Exhibiting her?"

"Yes. And I want to watch."

"Do you now?" Severus gave a contemptuous chuckle, "You want me to show you how deliciously she moans under me? Are you asking me to rub on your face that Florence is mine? Because if you are, dog, I will certainly oblige. Not now that she's pregnant, obviously, 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," Sirius shrugged, ready to agree to any of his rules just to have a chance to watch her being fucked.

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 hot fudge 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' – but even though now she did it, she still had no qualms on bossing him around if it meant protecting Florence.

If the house was on fire, Tiffany would 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, turning off the heat, "Let's eat it in the bedroom! Quick before the kids smell it!"

Severus got two spoons from the drawer and followed his wife upstairs.

They walked into their bedroom, locking the 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 fudge beside the tub.

"Yes," Severus 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 dated him, he kissed me, but he's still my friend!"

"A friend that wants to watch you under me."

"What?" Florence 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 strong arms and his defined navel.

"Are you truly judging men while you fondle me, wife?" 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 dress, "But we were at Grimmauld to discuss the fast-approaching inevitable war! And yet, 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?" he tugged her dress down, letting it pool on the floor.

"No! Of course I'm not against it!" she admitted, "I like being watched – you know that! I'm just questioning men's range of thought."

Severus chuckled, "It's not broad, I can assure you," he kissed her shoulder, moving to the curve of her neck, "I, for one, think of you, potions, work, sex, food, the kids, more you and more sex."

Florence shook her head, turning to face him, only a set of dark-blue bra and knickers covering her body, "So you will plan a scene for me? Can I choose the place?"

"If it's doable," he replied, caressing her waist and grabbing her arse.

"The kitchen at Grimmauld Place," she said over his lips.

"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 held her chin up and kissed her deeply.

"I love when you're fucking me and start talking to whoever is watching," she whispered, "It makes me feel sexy and owned, a woman many men want but only you can play with," she licked 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 game, "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," she feigned helplessness.

"Hm, I can certainly help you with that."

He picked her up in his arms and carried her to their bathroom.


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 the 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 cast a stasis on the cauldron and turned to look at him, frowning.

"Cornelius Fudge," he explained, "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.

"That fucking senile old imbecile! He has completely lost his mind!" she exclaimed, 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 without another word.

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 of them.

Dumbledore looked at the newcomers, 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," explained 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 Florence, 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.

"Quirrell," said Florence, crossing her arms on her chest.

"And you knew there was something wrong with him!" added Severus.

"Then a basilisk!" continued Florence, "And my father's diary – a bloody horcrux – in the hands of a child!" she 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!"

Dumbledore didn't deny.

"And last year: dementors," said Severus.

Then Dumbledore spoke: "But that wasn't my fault, Severus. The Ministry demanded-"

"Sure!" Florence interrupted, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Cause we all know how you easily bow to each and everything the Ministry wishes," she glared at him, demanding in a low voice next: "You will cancel this Tournament."

Severus shivered as he heard her speak – recognising that tone of voice as the same one her father used to demand things from his followers.

Dumbledore watched her closely, the way her husband had just shivered telling him she shared many more characteristics with her father than he had previously thought.

"I can't go back on my word, children," the headmaster 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.

"Wait," 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' was one of the names he mentioned," added Remus.

"But most importantly," continued Florence, "One of the names he said was Barty Crouch Jr's."

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," Florence went on, "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. 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, his tone clearly patronising, "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 perfectly 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," she explained, "When I left Durmstrang he was on his seventh year."

"Igor used to hit on you?" asked Severus in restrained anger.

"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, "And you, stop riling Severus up to try and divert attention from the real 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, still angry.

"Harry has a lot of good people to protect 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.