A/N: Not cleaned. There are grammar and spelling errors within, fair warning.
Hogwarts Gardens
4:17am
Daphne and Fleur winced when Harry shouted. Daphne looked scared and Fleur looked shocked.
"SEVEN?! ITS CALLED THE TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT FOR A REASON! DOES KINGSLEY AND THE CONFEDERATION KNOW HOW TO COUNT? SEVEN? CAUSE THREE WASN'T ENOUGH. CAUSE THE ODDS ARE SOOOOOOOOOO NICE THAT PEOPLE DON'T GET KILLED IN THIS PIECE OF SHIT!" This went on and on for another ten minutes. Harry's face was red and Daphne, even if she is scared, waited for Harry to finish. Fleur likewise looked angered and how she managed to keep her complexion is beyond anyone. She gave up comforting Harry after the 17th WTF from him.
"I'm going to make Kingsley retire early." Harry grumbled to himself after his outburst. His face was red and his throat was dry after the all the shouting. Daphne conjured a cup and filled with water from an Aguamenti and handed it to Harry.
"Thanks." He replied as he sat down between Fleur and Daphne and proceeded to empty the cup. He refilled it with more and gave it to Fleur who nodded and drank. Fleur's face was pale and her anger dissipated earlier than Harry's.
"Sorry about that Daphne." Harry looked apologetically her way and held her's and Fleur's free hand.
"I didn't mean to blow up like that. It's just. Well. You know how I feel about the Tournament and you know how much I hate it when people decide something about me without my say. It's just so frustrating Daphne." He looked down at his feet, ashamed about blowing up in front of his first Slytherin friend. Fleur vanished the cup and hugged Harry's side, comforting the troubled Headmaster.
"You don't have to apologize to me Harry. I completely understand. I was against it. The truth is he wanted to keep this from you because they know how you would react. How that worked out huh?" Daphne said and she squeezed his hand tighter. Harry returned the action.
"I need to pay a visit to Kingsley as soon as I can." Harry said finally calming down.
"I'll give him a heads up. How's Hermione and Ron? They still together?" Daphne said changing the subject. Harry relaxed into Fleur's hug and could see the Veela partially asleep on his shoulder. He brushed a stray her on her face and kissed her forehead.
"They're doing fine. Yeah they're still together. Ron is still a git and Hermione is still bossy. I have no idea how they make their relationship work but I'm not about to say that in front of them."
"I agree. Its a miracle they lasted this long." Daphne answered while she looked at the cool morning sky above.
"You should go visit Hermione. Lord only knows how much she misses you. She has no one to talk to about guys and politics." Harry said, hugging the sleeping form of his wife with one hand and still holding Daphne with the other. Daphne nodded. She enjoyed having conversations with the bushy haired witch. It was refreshing to have someone she could open up to about her wants in a boy and can converse about politics without looking like you're teaching algebra to a horse. Hermione was good company and she was happy that she let SPEW go. She was one of those purebloods who talked her out of it. Daphne straitened her robes and pulled out a phone. She dialed a number on it and waited for the person to answer.
"Who're you calling Daph?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Lil ol' Herms." She answered with a smile.
When Hermione answered the phone Daphne was sure she could hear her sobbing softly.
"Hello?" Hermione said with a sniff.
"Herms, Its me."
"Daphy!" Hermione exclaimed really loudly that even Harry had to pull his head away and Fleur shifted slightly, registering the noise.
"I'm glad to hear from you after you were wiped off the face of the earth for.. hmm. I don't know... A YEAR!"
"Easy Herms, calm down. Listen. There will be something major that will be happening at about noon in the ministry so be warned."
"You told Harry?" Hermione replied with a whisper.
"Yeah, he didn't take it very well." Daphne looked at her side and saw that Harry fell asleep while still squeezing her hand. She slipped her hand out of his slightly. Success. She stood up and walked a few feet away.
"Listen Herms, I don't like keeping secrets from Harry,"
"Yeah me too, but Kingsley said to wait at the last possible moment to tell him. That is why I pulled you out of the Time-space pyramid a month early. Sorry about that."
"It's fine."
"So anyway. We have to brief him as soon as possible. Especially about the new Headmistress for St. Jaune's. I'm sure that he'd rather hex his arm off than see the toad walk into Hogwarts again."
"That's true. Why was she employed there again?"
"I'll tell you when you guys when get her at noon. I'll make sure to tell Kingsley to cover his bits from Fleur."
"Yeah. I'll see you Herms. And then maybe we could talk about why you were crying. Goodbye."
"Wai-" Daphne dropped the call. She smiled. Daphne was caring, mostly to her friends. It was the mistake of putting up a hard facade in front of people that made her circle of friends consist of one. Tracy is a good friend to Harry and the Golden trio, and Fleur the most. Those two just loved to talk about all things girly.
It wasn't until 5th year when Harry happened to see past the cold exterior of the Ice Queen and found the warm heart buried underneath the insecurity of being left alone. While she was part of the Inquisitorial Squad, she happened to hate the way Umbridge taught. She had overheard Harry and a DA member talk about their little club and decided to confront Harry about it. The boy was not surprised when Daphne knew, after all she was one of the candidates he chose from Slytherin that would hopefully join them.
Harry voiced out that not all Slytherins were like Draco Malfoy. Some of them are actually unaligned in the war. Some stayed neutral like the Greengrasses. So he did a little research over Christmas break (With the help of Hermione, Fleur, and Luna) and found that the Greengrasses are not dark and are actually more inclined towards light-side acts. If they didn't practice dark spells (actually just rituals that the ministry are afraid of because they could lead to a disastrous outcome) they would be considered light.
When the blonde Slytherin approached him and confronted him about the DA, he accepted her on the basis that she quit the Inquisitorial Squad. For the sake of her grades, she did. After that her best friend, Tracy Davis, joined as well. Most of the members were not really that okay with Daphne and Tracy being part of the DA. It took an unbreakable vow from both of them to finally accept the fact that they're part of it.
Out of all the people there, Harry and Hermione were the most open to them than anyone. One thing happen after the other and they may or may not have kissed during the disbandment of the DA. At that point, they were already good friends. Oh the feeling of his lips against hers... The excitement when his hands roamed her back... the hardness of-
Daphne slapped herself to wake her up. Harry is married. To Fleur. And while she loved Harry with all her heart, he wasn't hers. And it pained her to say so in the very least.
She walked back to the couple sleeping on the bench and poked his face.
"Harry darling." She whispered.
"It's about time for breakfast." She said again.
"Mmmm, 5 more minutes." Harry said and he hugged Fleur fully, snuggling against his wife. Fleur mewed and shifted her position to accommodate the small space they were on. Daphne could only smile through the pang of pain she felt while seeing Harry love another. She knew how much he valued her and while it was a very high value, it was different from the way he valued the Veela.
"Aguamenti" Daphne said, pointing her wand on top of Harry's head. Feeling the rush of cold water, Harry jumped up and Fleur was shook awake.
"I was having a great dream." Fleur said in a sleeping voice and laid down on the now empty bench to continue her sleep.
Harry looked at Daphne with a smile and watery eyes. "Why Daphne? I trusted you." He feigned being hurt and Daphne stuck out her tongue.
"It's half-past five Harry darling. This is the time when all the staff should be awake."
"Breakfast doesn't start till seven."
"Yeah but you got a meeting with your staff at six." Daphne informed.
Harry facepalmed himself. "Thanks Daphne. If you want to get rest, there is a spare room for VIP's, I could take you there." Harry said, picking up the sleeping form of his wife and carrying her bridal style.
"Aw, why can't I sleep in the same bed as you?"
Harry blushed. "I'm married Daphne. Plus, the bed will be too cramped with three people." He said and started to walk back to the headmaster quarters.
"I don't mind." Daphne said following the Potter male.
"Suit yourself. I'm not going to get sleep anyway. I might be in the Hospital wing, waiting for a student to wake up. So if you still want to sleep in my room, the only person you get to see is Fleur." He said as they entered the castle. Daphne frowned and quickly recovered not wanting Harry to see.
They turned a couple of corners and they stopped in front of the Gargoyle Statue. Daphne stopped behind the man carrying the Veela and looked at him.
"Ladies first." Harry said, tightening his grip on Fleur who was still sleeping soundly. Daphne brushed her hair behind her head and walked calmly to the opening. Harry followed in, once again he tightened his grip on his wife.
"You're too rough 'Arry." Fleur moaned in her sleep and slightly shifted. Daphne looked annoyed and wished Fleur would just wake up and get off of her Harry.
Daphne shook her head again. Harry wasn't hers, she kept repeating in her head.
"Serenity." Harry said and the gargoyle shifted into a large double door.
"After you m'lady." The wizard said, imitating a tipping gesture as much as his body could.
Headmaster's Quarters
5:33am
"And I thought chivalry was dead." The blonde replied with a chuckle while opening the doors. Once inside, Harry placed Fleur on the bed and covered her form with a large blanket. He kissed her cheek and bid her sweet dreams. He turned to Daphne who was admiring the furniture of the room. It was spacious and decorated with a mix of gold and blue colors that didn't hurt the eyes. There was a modest Four poster king canopy bed flanked by two nightstands that was beautifully hand crafted from mahogany and oak. On one side sat two huge dressers and beside it was a desk with two laptops, one black and one silver. On another side, there was a roaring fire and lounging chairs facing a coffee table. Daphne, who was still surveying the room found the crests of the four houses on each of the four walls of the room and on the ceiling was the starry night sky, charmed like the one in the Great Hall. It was magnificent, Daphne thought. Her mouth was agape and her eyes were wide.
"First time in the quarters? I must say the ceiling is my favorite." Harry said handing Daphne a cup of tea. She voiced her thanks and walked calmly to the sitting chairs beside the fire. She was very nervous. This is one of the few times where Harry and her were alone. Although his wife was sleeping a few meters away, Daphne didn't mind. If she was pushed by the devil on her shoulder too much, she would jump Harry regardless of the consequences.
"Are you scared?" Daphne started, pushing away the naughty thoughts.
Harry looked at her and frowned, but quickly regained his smile as he sat down opposite of her. He sipped a couple and answered "Yeah. You remember the last time. Cedric…" He paused. "He was killed. In front of me. And there was nothing I could do. I don't want that to happen." Harry finished and examined his teacup as if interested.
"Harry" Daphne said looking into green orbs. "As Game Master of the new Tournament I vow to never put students in harm's way. I swear that on our friendship. Which I value more than my magic and life." She said the last few words to herself.
Harry stood up and moved to Daphne and leaned down and kissed her forehead then ruffled her hair. The blonde looked up into the eyes of sincerity personified. She couldn't help but love Harry more.
"I appreciate that Daphne, and I have the utmost faith in you that it will go smoothly with you being an official. Now," He transfigured the sofa into a large bed. "You have the choice on sleeping here," He pointed at the newly transfigured bed "Or there with Fleur. She doesn't mind the extra warmth, just make sure you wake up before her." He threw a pillow at Daphne and she caught it with a smug look. "Knowing the both of you, even a stampede of Giant Banshees waltzing in the room wouldn't wake you ladies up." He laughed to himself and Daphne gave him a pout. "Kidding. Just kidding. I'll be in the Hospital wing if you need me." Harry walked out of the room, leaving the two beauties to themselves, although one was asleep, but to themselves.
Daphne screamed into the pillow, cursing to the gods. Harry Potter should've been hers.
Hospital Wing
5:36am.
"Her vitals check out Harry, no signs of residual curses. Her mind is in perfect health. Now we just have to allow her to rest. If she shows signs of waking up, please alert me." Acacia finished her scans and turned to Harry. "Help yourself to some tea Harry." The redhead pointed to one of the thermoses in the corner. She turned around and went back into her office to finish her paperwork and written report to the Ministry about the incident.
Harry hummed a soft tune while taking a cup of hot water and prepared his tea. 'I should put black coffee here too.' He thought. He had a taste for coffee ever since the stake-out in America with Ron during an investigation. With his overactive metabolism, plus the fact that his magic core tended to burn more than it should, tea didn't do the great job of waking him up anymore. Coffee gave him the pick-me-up that was needed.
The wizard settled in one of the chairs near Mila's bed and waited patiently for the girl to wake up. He would get answers and hopefully quick before the Prophet could "Magically" know what happened. Harry sighed. He was tired. A lot had happened in the past two hours, and once again, all of this was not new to him.
As Harry drifted into a dreamless sleep while the ministry was buzzing because of a phone call from the DMLE head and the Games Master.
Kingsley was frantic. Trying to find a solution to the problem, he quickly strode into a room adjacent to his office and sat down at the chair on the head of the table. He flicked his wand and contacted the group minus Harry for a meeting this noon. Things are not going to end well.
Frost Cavern City's Mage Training Institute, Canada
8:36 pm
"Director, the British Minister wants to speak with you." A secretary informed her boss who was sitting behind a sleek marble desk that was decorated with runes and markings. He was looking away from the secretary, into the window behind him. The woman fumbled with her clip board impatiently. She could see that the director was awake, he was twirling his wand.
"Selina can you fetch me a bottle Brandy?" The Director answered the secretary. She raised her eyebrow and said "I thought you were cutting your alcohol consumption?"
"Don't get me wrong Selina, I am. It's just that Kingsley is stupid not informing the new Headmaster about the Tournament. I'm sure that he wants a meeting. Oh it's gonna be great. If the stories are half as real as they say they are about Harry Potter, then we are in for a show. All of this, It's giving me a headache." The Director finished, rubbing his temple.
"Are you going to take the call?"
"Brandy first."
The Druid Convention, Zimbabwe
5:36am
The robes of a man were flapping in the morning wind as he meditated to the early rays of the sun. He focused on communing with the spirits of the earth. They were peaceful once again. After the fall of the Heathen Snake, the earth's spirits that guarded the plane of humanity were peaceful. That is all thanks to one wizard. He looked up to the morning sky and saw images and visions granted by the spirit wisps that lurked nearby. As if he knew what was going to happened he cut off the Druid apprentice that was behind.
"Minister Kingsley wants a meeting?" The great druid asked in their native tongue.
"Yes master." The lesser druid replied, astounded and speechless.
"I was against this. A powerful man such as Potter needed to be treated as such. We owe him for giving the balance back to the Planes." The Great Druid responded and stood with the help of his staff. He walked into the Convent to set things straight.
Cassiopeia Estates, Room 394, Australia
2:36am
An alarm from a phone woke a woman who was sleeping comfortably on her suspended bed. She angrily picked up the beeping contraption and answered.
"This better be important Gina. It's two in the morning and I have to teach Time Manipulation at four. So if this is not life threatening, you better pray that I won't fire you." Her voice carrying an Aussie accent. The Enchantress's magic was flaring out of her because someone disturbed her rest well deserved rest. Being the one to teach about manipulating time without having time herself was by far the most frustrating event that has happened to her in her career as Archmage.
"Ma'am, Minister Kingsley asked for your presence." The woman, Gina, answered. Immediately the magic flares cooled down, the Enchantress knew what this is about.
"I'll go on a limb here and say it's about the Tournament."
"Yes ma'am."
"Ahhhh!" The enchantress screamed.
"I told that sonabitch it wasn't a good idea to keep it a secret but nooooo." She continued quickly but with less malice.
"Gina, prepare your stuff. We're going to London earlier than we expected."
Atlantis Academy for the Truly Gifted, Antarctica
6:36pm
No wizard or witch knew why the city of Atlantis was at the bottom of Arctic ocean and why the temperature there wasn't killing them by frostbite, except for Rowena. That witch knew all sorts of things wizards and witches would die to know.
A man in a regal business suit examined files that were on his desks, some were floating and some were glowing, but what sparked his interest on this boring evening was the sudden appearance of a Summons Request from the Minister Of Magic in London, United Kingdom.
"This is about the Potter boy isn't it?" The man said. The Summons Request's contents shifted and answered his question with a "Yes".
He rubbed his temple and signed the Summons Request. He waved his hand and his ring glowed blue. The papers he was working on disappeared without a trace and he got up to go the bathroom.
He looked into the mirror and said with a sinister smile "It's time to show Fleur who the real man is." He straightened his tie and picked up his jacket from the rack and walked out of his office.
Retiro Místico, Argentina
12:36am
A knight stood in his room, polishing his great sword. He looked up to the crescent moon and smiled. During these times he would recall his wife making both of them hot chocolate and would talk about the future. He never knew that they would achieve it earlier than they could. His sharp hearing alerted him of footsteps in the corridor outside of his room.
The great door opened to reveal a beauty dressed in a light blue Teddy Nightgown. Its silky features left nothing to the imagination.
"It was the Minister wasn't it?" The beauty said in Spanish, holding out a glass of hot chocolate. The knight smiled, and gladly accepted the heated cocoa.
"Yes." He simply answered, taking a sip of his drink. The woman stood beside him and kissed his cheek.
"It's going to be fine. The last Clodoveo is under the care of the Headmaster of Hogwarts. That is a big step for Alex. If he is the one who Alex has sworn fidelity to, he must be a remarkable man." The beauty said.
The knight nodded his head and finished his drink. Once again looking at the crescent moon then to the beauty's retreating back. She lay back down on the bed and placed her glass on a nightstand.
"Go. I'll still be here when you get back." She said and turned off the light from the lamp.
The knight looked at the woman and to a moving painting on the wall that showcased two knights sparring. One was definitely him, the other was his brother in arms, Alexander Clodoveo.
St. Jaune's University of Sorcery, Japan
12:36pm
A woman in pink was walking along the halls of the old University in Osaka. She seemed out of place, which she was, since she was the only one wearing pink in a school that sported Blue and Violet colors.
She was stopped by a panting man who seemed out of shape.
"What is it?" She questioned in a fake sweet tone, her face showing a brief scowl but quickly vanished.
"Message Madame, from Minister Kingsley." He handed her an envelope that had the seal of the Ministry. She smiled. It was time to visit an old student of hers who was blinded by power that only SHE could set straight.
"Thank you, you may go now." The woman said with a smile and man bowed before running off.
"Kingsley, you were right to keep this from Harry. By doing so, you can show everyone the real face that is corrupted by power and youth. Worry not, I will make sure to lead him back to the path of Righteousness. Even if I have to use that again." She spoke to herself as she headed to her office to cross-country Floo. All the way her smile only grew larger.
Students pass her and bowed to show respect. She bowed back. It was a good thing students here showed proper respect, unlike their European counterpart. She turned to the left and spotter one of the nuns.
"Sister Kimoko, praise be the Lord on this fine day. May I ask for a small favor?" The pinkend witch asked the nun.
"May the Lord shine upon you today, Madam Dean. What ever do you ask of me?" Sister Kimiko said clasping together her hands, prayer form.
"If you could pass a Message to Head Sister Ayaka that I will be gone till tomorrow for business over at Britain. Tell the glorious Sister that she should take over while I am gone."
"Is this about the Games?"
"Why yes it is. Now, if you would Sister. The Lord only has so much time to give me." The pink Dean answered. The Sister bowed to carry out her favor.
Once the Dean entered her Office, she unlocked a magical safe and pulled out a black quill. She studied it and grinned maniacally. It was the time to use this again. She went over to her fire place and dropped a bowlful of Floo powder in the flames, stepped in and shouted, "Ministry of Magic, Britain."
Hospital Wing
5:42am
Mila opened her eyes. Blinking a few time adjusting to the dimly lit room she was in. She vaguely remembered what had happened. She remembered waking up to the sound of a beautiful voice that told her to go and fly out.
It was stupid because one, she didn't know how to fly and two, she had no broom. When she got out of bed to follow the melodious sound, she spotted the conveniently placed broom in front of the girl's dorm. She took it and walked out of the common room, strategically avoiding the ghosts and Filch's patrolling cat. When she got out of the castle and into the front yard, she hitched on the broom and then black.
That was all she remembered. She remembered the voice clearly, like she was talking in a normal voice but not waking any of her dorm mates besides her.
She blinked once more and noticed the smell of coffee. Mila looked at her left and gasped loudly and awoke the Great Harry Potter.
"Good Morning Ms. Trankshaw." Harry greeted and waved his wand.
"Good morning Professor." The Hufflepuff looked down to hide her blush. It was normal right? 'I mean, he is my crush. Oh sweet morgana, I have a feeling mum found my shrine in the closet.' She paled a bit and covered her face with the blanket.
"Mila, are you alright?" The Headmaster inquired, but before the fangirl could answer, the redhead nurse came in.
The nurse quickly did scanning spell after scanning spell on the girl and when she was finished gave Mila a potion.
"It's to help fight the fatigue you're going to get in two hours." Acacia said and nodded to Harry before leaving them alone.
Mila downed the potion that tasted like sour chicken and shivered. She hated ALL types of potions. She placed the vial on the side table and leaned back, looking at the ceiling and then Harry.
"Professor, whatever I did, I'm sorry." The Hufflepuff looked at him with apologetic eyes. She could see the smile the Headmaster gave her then he ruffled her hair much like he did to Daphne.
"It's fine, no one was hurt. You did break school property and went against the rules and snuck out, which reminds me… What exactly could you remember?"
"Um, let's see…" Mila started and conveyed the story. Harry listened attentively to the young girl's story, noting the beautiful voice and the sudden appearance of the broom. Harry analyzed the facts. One, she was lured out of bed by a voice, most likely by a woman. Two, no one else was awoken, therefore Mila was a target. Three, sudden appearance of Brooms in the houses, this was the first. Fourth, if this was a bewitchment, which it was, why could Mila remember it in great detail? Serial Witch? Will this happen again? Harry's mind traveled far by a hundred miles a second.
Mila looked at the young Headmaster and she could feel the amount of pressure Harry expended trying to figure out the case.
"Headmaster, if it would help, the voice sounded like it came from an old woman." She said then lay back down.
Harry looked at her and added the new information to his ever growing list of evidence. A siren-like voice of an old woman? Old Siren women? Do they even exist? Maybe it was a sort of sublevel Imperius that worked like mental suggestions.
"Thank you Mila. I will come again after noon if that's fine. Acacia said you will be here all day and be released tomorrow. Of course I'll talk to your Professors. So rest, alright?" Harry, using the voice of authority that a Headmaster had, told the young Puff. She nodded and closed her eyes with a smile.
Her hero, such attention, was given to her by her hero. If she died, she will die happy.
Great Hall
7:00am
As breakfast starts, students can be seen packing in the spacious hall. Some were chatting about the incident that occurred earlier in the morning while some were uninterested about it. Young students can mostly be seen using their devices.
All eyes turned when the Headmaster walked in accompanied by three very attractive females.
Harry looked to his left and whispered to Fleur "I'm guessing they think I started a Harem."
Before the French Veela could reply, the blonde on his right said "I prefer you to myself but if you want, I could adjust to multiple women."
"Daphne, might I remind you that 'Arry is married." The Veela lightly growled and the blonde frowned. By this time no one really paid the quartet any mind.
"I get you Fleur, calm down I was just joking." Daphne putting both hands behind her back.
Fleur tightened her grip on Harry's arm and leaned her head on his shoulder as they continued to walk to the head table. She whispered "Mine" to Harry's shoulder.
Daphne and Constance's gazes met and the Professor's mouth opened but immedietly closed.
They approached the table and Harry seated at the center with Fleur to his left and Constance to his right. Daphne seated beside Constance.
"What was it you wanted to ask?" Daphne asked the Defense Professor.
The Prodigy stumbled over her words a little bit before she finally spoke her mind.
"I was just wondering Ms. Greengrass-"
"Please Constace, it's just Daphne. If you say Ms. Greengrass, I'll look for my mother."
"Alright. Daphne, what is your relationship with Harry exactly?" With a raised eyebrow and a tone suspicion.
Daphne smiled and Harry looked to his right pass Daphne, hearing the Professor say his name. The former Slytherin met his gaze and replied to Constance with a mischievous smile.
"I'm his mistress." She whispered only so loudly that the whole table and half of the Hall looked with a mixture of dread and amusement. Constance looked like a fish out of water and turned towards the Green eyed wizard.
The entire table was laughing, knowing full well that Constance didn't know about Daphne's mischievous side. The Hall looked at this scene with concern thinking that their Headmaster has a concubine. Sure Harry is entitled to some since he is a Head of an Ancient and Most Noble house but the idea of having one hot mistress spun the head of scions and normal pureblood males alike. Half-bloods raised in muggle society and Muggleborns looked at the headmaster in with eyes of shame. Immorally disgusting.
"Is that true?" Constance voiced out.
Once the table ceased their laughing, Harry answered.
"I will admit that Daphne and I were together in the past." Harry explained.
"But 'Arry choose me. And I am the happiest person in the world because of it." Mrs. Potter said, resting her head on Harry's shoulder.
"Well there is no use in denying it. I was very disappointed when Harry Darling chose Fleur but the past is the past." Daphne said with a false façade. Inside she was screaming at herself. It was perfectly justifiable why Fleur was Harry's wife and not her. If she arrived moments earlier than the French Veela to comfort the man after his final escapade with Voldemort, things would've been a lot different.
"Daphne is not my mistress." Harry finally said, wiping a tear off of the corner of his eye.
Constance nodded and the Hall continued on their day, chattering about nonsense and classes. After minutes of idle eating and talk, Harry decided to announce the new Tournament.
As he walked up to the Golden Podium, the students quieted down. Harry cleared his throat and began
"As you all know, the competitors for the Tournament will arrive the day after tomorrow. We are all glad and Happy to see our fellow schools from the north and south, however there is a change in the procedure,"
Whispers about fighting not one dragon but ten emerged from the House of the brave which shook the entire first year.
"Now, none of that. There is a change however in the number of schools that are going to participate. Hogwarts is chosen to participate in a Tournament against the chosen schools around the world." He waited for the uproar and shouting but surprisingly the horrific looks displayed by the entire student body gave Harry and Co. all they needed as an answer.
"I side with you. The Triwizard Tournament is called as such because of the three schools. Apparently Arithmancy is not the best course the IWC is at." The joke relieved a little tension among the crowd.
"The rules will still be the same. However, since there are more students that will participate, I will have to force the other Headmasters to establish a tighter set of rules and safety measurements to ensure the well-being of our students. Now, the three if us," He gestured to the two blondes, "will be gone for the rest of the day after lunch. While I am away, I appoint the role of Standing Headmaster to Professor Flitwick. Please show him respect as you would show me. That is all. If you are still interested, please approach me or Professor Bennett for details about the tournament." Harry finished and sat back down on his golden chair, rubbed the bridge of his nose and ate the meal that was cold long before the speech ended.
Ministry of Magic, Britain
12:10pm
Emerald flames signaled the arrival of wizards and witches that normally used floo to travel between establishments. This was not the case for the Headmaster of Hogwarts and his associates. A gigantic pop thundered in the ministry that signaled the entourage of Potter arriving. It startled the entire ministry hearing the loud apparition. Aurors stepped forward to apprehend the illegal apprationers but stopped once Daphne raised her hand and spotting Harry.
"Ms. Greengrass, we warned you about Apparating directly into the ministry. Please, you're scaring people." One auror said shaking his head.
"Sorry. I'll be more careful next time." Daphne answered the auror, who nodded and signaled his group that it was safe.
"That is the last time I'm taking Apparating advices from you." Fleur said holding her stomach, face turning green. Harry helped his wife into a more decent state.
"How could you even apparate pass the wards?" The veela asked as she straightened her blouse.
"Simple. With Harry Darling's magic and this" She waved her left hand that had the Emerald ring.
"Family Heirloom. It's sort of a magical portable floo. With enough magic, you could apparate-floo into any place, regardless of wards. Only two exist, this ring and it's Sapphire counterpart that's in Harry Darling's family vault." Daphne answered the Veela who looked perplexed. Fleur looked at her ring finger and found the Sapphire she was talking about.
"Well I guess it's not in his vault after all." The Games Master concluded as she inspected Fleur's weeding ring. The Veela looked at Harry who was nonchalantly whistling and glancing at the ministry fountain as if it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
"The fountain is awesome huh?" Harry asked avoiding the situation with all the pride he could still salvage.
Fleur lunged at Harry and hugged him tightly, wrapping her legs on his waist and her arms around his neck, ignoring the looks passing people gave them. She planted her soft lips on Harry's dry ones and asked
"You never told me about it." Fleur asked with a pout and Harry side glanced. Searching for the right words, he answered
"I was scared that if you knew how valuable it is and how powerful the ring you possess, you wouldn't accept it."
"What in the name of-, 'Arry, it's amazing. Have more faith in me next time, alright love? It is from you, I will gladly accept it. Even if the ring was made out of copper and brass, I wouldn't mind." She scolded Harry and slapped his chest playfully.
"Alright love, I promise." Harry said and gave Fleur a small kiss.
All the while Daphne sat on the fountain edge texting Hermione to come the fuck down from her office to pick her up. Seeing the two couple brought a painful poisoned dagger straight to her heart that only the Ice Queen of Slytherin's mask can hide.
"Are you quite done? The meeting is in five minutes." Hermione said as she spotted the trio near the Fountain of Magical Brethren. The two Potters let go of each other but held on to their each other's hand. They nodded to the curly haired witch and she proceeded to greet the third member of the group.
"Daphne, it's good to see you aga-!," Hermione extended her hand but Daphne pulled the stiff Director into a big hug, ignoring the kicks and flailing arms. The aurors on patrol looked stunned. The bossy and intelligent director is getting bear hugged by one of the most fierce witches of their generation.
"Cut that crap and relax. I am you best friend Hermione. Well, best girl friend. So return the hug or I spill about the time you,"
"HAHAHAHA, Daphne I missed you sooooooo much." Hermione's demeanor quickly shifted and returned the hug with equal force.
"See that wasn't so bad now was it?"
Hermione gave her a mean look that frightened most but not Daphne. The DMLE looked at the trio and voiced the matter at hand.
"Kingsley is ready to meet you. He has already gathered the Leaders of each school for the meeting." Hermione gestured them to follow her.
"So much for a surprise attack." Harry whispered to Fleur and she snickered.
"With the way we entered, there won't be an attack to surprise."
"Quite right. The entire ministry was on alert and all the leaders headed out with their wands out. It was a good thing the aurors found you first. If they didn't, all hell would break loose." The Auror Director addressed the group but more towards Daphne.
"I am ashamed of you Daphne. I thought I warned you not to use that artefact to pop in the ministry without calling in first."
"Oh hush you. We had fun popping in and out of Hogwarts in our sixth year. Don't tell me you don't remember when we accidentally popped into the boy's-!" Hermione quickly covered Daphne's mouth with one hand and her other hand pointed her wand to her stomach in a way that nobody saw it.
"EHEHEHEHEHE, *pokes with wand* as much as I *poke* love to go down memory *poke* lane. Harry has a meeting to attend *pokes the last time then retracts arm*. So please let's just be quick." She walks a little bit quicker than them and headed for an open elevator.
Fleur leaned in near Daphne and whispered. "Boys locker room?"
Daphne nodded.
"Which team?"
Daphne gestured to Harry with her head. She mouthed the words 'Only him'
"You have got to share a Pensieve memory." The Veela giggled and enjoyed the vivid imagery of Harry, naked, sweaty, and panting. It made the Veela's mouth water. She shook her head. It was a moment for later. Harry looked at her and asked his wife.
"Something wrong?"
The Veela wrapped her arms around his side as they walked to the empty elevator with Hermione leading them. She answered
"Nothing, everything is just fine!" She looked at the other blonde who winked.
They headed to the floor where the meeting was being held.
Ministry Meeting Room No. 7
12:27pm
"He's late." A man in a very expensive suit made out of the finest Acromantula silk and Unicorn mane (willingly given of course). His arms folded and his legs crossed as he waited for the newbie headmaster to arrive. His hair was deep black and his eyes a shade of grey. He cracked his knuckles and his neck, showcasing off the tattoo he had running along his biceps down to the tips of his fingers. It was an intricate portrait of the great sea beast Leviathan. The mouth hung open on his ring finger that sported his blue ring.
"Calm down Ulric, there are still three minutes to the actual meeting." An old man whose skin was a shade of brown addressed the restless wizard. His long old grey hair could be matched by Dumbledore's beard. His face looked about as old as eighty-three but in reality he was much older. His robes were gardened with what looked like ivy and moss. His staff resting on his shoulder. The aura surrounding this man was warm and inviting, like a very nice grandfather.
"You don't understand Great Druid. A headmaster is supposed to be punctual. He is a disgrace to all of us! For some as new to the business as him, must he show us this attitude?" The man named Ulric replied. He tightened his crossed arms and shook his head.
'Why did you choose him Fleur?' He thought to himself.
"You're the one to talk. For the past, say, I don't know, four or five meetings. I never once recalled you being punctual, much less attended." A tall woman accompanied by her secretary stood at one corner of the room said to Ulric. Her brown hair was tied up in a bun and her glasses sparkled even without light. Her form fitting business attire hugged her magnificent curves and highlighted her ample assets. Her face chiseled like a model's and her form simply beautiful.
"Antarctica is-"
"Very far away. You know I somehow doubt how powerful you are. Even Harry could apparate from here to Antarctica. So why can't you?" The lade mage asked sarcastically.
"Are you picking a fight Jaina?" Ulric got up on his seat then flares bounced off of his body. The mage known as Jaina laughed.
"You don't scare me child. No matter how strong you think you are, you only level as much as my Top students. Which isn't enough to beat me in fair combat." The mage once laughed and held up her hand. A staff made out of gold and platinum adorned with a powerful gem at the top manifested before her with the crackling sound of fire.
"But if you want to try, you're very welcome to."
The Great Druid stood up and raised his hand before the other two occupants could intervene. Well, only the knight could go between them since the other one was most likely passed out in the corner.
"Please Archmage," He looked at Ulric, "General. This is not the time nor place to spar. Can't we all be in one room together without trying to kill each other?" The old man gave a sigh and sat back down. The two sides stopped. Ulric sat back down and followed his arms again. Jaina stood back to her corner and discussed upcoming events with her secretary who was scribbling information in a small book.
The doors burst open which caught everyone's attention. It wasn't the boy-who-lived, rather a different headmaster, or in this case mistress who walked in. Her pink clothes blinded even the man who was wearing shades sitting at the corner with his head drawn back.
"Terribly sorry for my tardiness. Border Security and all that." Her obnoxiously sugary voice irritated even the well-mannered knight who had been silent through all of this.
"It's alright Dean Umbridge. If you would pick a seat, the meeting is about to begin." The voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt rose behind her while walking in. The Dean surveyed the room and said
"Harry isn't here."
"He will be. Aurors spotted him going in an elevator." Everyone nodded and Umbridge gave a smile so fake the Great Druid shook his head in disapproval which says a lot since the Druid was a VERY nice person.
The room was set like a normal meeting place would. An oblong desk surrounded by at least fifteen chairs in a circle. Kingsley sat in the head and everyone around him. Closes to him were the walking pink dean and the Druid. Ulric and Jaina sat opposite of each other and her secretary was standing behind her. The knight had to pull the passed out headmaster to a proper chair. Umbridge raised an eyebrow and once again opened her false mouth to ask
"Is Solomon drunk?"
The entire table nodded and she cast a quick Enervate on him. The drunk man woke up, hair messy and glasses askew.
"hu-wha-oke-me-up?" He drunkenly asked. Dolores cleared her throat with her signature *AHEM *HEM.
"Oh dulowris, it nis to ce u" Was as far as he could go before his head banged on the table.
"He's hopeless." Jaina said. She looked at her secretary and voiced
"Get him a Potion if you would." The secretary nodded and wrote down the needed potion on her notepad. The page burned and was replaced with a small vial of green-ish, red-ish substance. She handed it to Jaina.
The Archmage lifted the drunk man's head and opened his mouth.
"Bottoms up" She said and let the stopper out of the vial to release the contents to the man's digestive track. Quickly the potion took effect and Solomon bolted right up to the point of jumping out of his seat.
When the drunk was awoken his magic spiked,
"Who the fuck did that?" Solomon looked around. He saw the face of Kingsley and the Great Druid covered by their hands. The women all gave him glares except the pink one. The knight and Ulric paid him no mind.
"Sit your arse down Sol, cut the magic crap. Fix yourself while you're at it." Jaina remarked, gesturing to his being. Solomon studied himself and say the unaligned suit and the messy face he had.
"Whoops, hehehe, too much brandy I guess. Where is Selina?" He got his wand and did charm after charm on himself to make him look more presentable.
"You told her to go back to Frost Cavern." Ulric said not looking at Solomon.
The doors burst open the second time and all eyes were on the quartet who entered. Two very beautiful blonde, a curly haired brunette, and a green eyed wizard. Kingsley gave them a small wave and stood up to shake hands with the wizard.
"Good afternoon Harry." He outstretched his hand. Harry looked him in the eyes and took it. He gave it a firm squeeze which gave Kingsley a slight yelp.
"Minister."
Kingsley moved to Fleur and shook her hand. Her hand was delicate, or that's what he thought. Once he had Fleur's hand in his, she didn't bother to hold back and squeezed as tight as she could. The minister's eyes widened.
"Is there a problem minister?" Fleur said with a questioning frown, finally letting go of the minister. He now had a slight bruise on his hand.
"Nothing at all Mrs. Potter. Ms. Greengrass, always a pleasure to see you."
"Uh-huh. It better be." Daphne accepted the handshake with a smile.
Harry watched the interplay go on between the people, forgetting to survey his surroundings. He did see a blur of pink. It couldn't be, could it?
Harry looked past Kingsley and saw the woman whom he wanted to go deaf with her own AHEM.
"You gotta be kidding me."
He said never taking his eye off of Umbridge.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading. Fight scene in the next chapter. So hopefully your patience is slightly agreeable with me.
Next chapter entitled Clash of the Lords.