A/N: SORRY FOR THE REALLY LATE UPDATE. It's just that this chapter was really uncomfortable for me to write. Please don't hate me. *hides behind rock* Anyways, I was busy, and this chapter was also really, really, hard for me to write. And just so you know, I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER.
The students started to stream into the Great Hall, excitement buzzing around them. Today was the day in which they would be viewing Fleur Delacour's memories. As soon as all of the students sat down, a blue flame shot from the Goblet and touched Fleur on the head, and then enveloped the entire Hall with blue fire.
A scene appeared before the student's eyes, a leering man was staring down at them, "Hello there pretty, what is a beautiful little girl like you doing out here in the cold night?"
The students shivered, feeling the gaze of the man on them, "Let me take you home, make you feel comfortable?"
Fleur responded with a, "No thank you."
"Oh, I insist," The man said.
"No," Fleur said, "I really need to go home, my parents are expecting me."
The man snarled and grabbed Fleur by the wrist, "They won't miss you for a few minutes."
"Let go of me! What are you doing?" Fleur said, shouting in his face. She grabbed onto the man and slapped him in the face. The man's face turned a nice shade of red, Fleur thought, probably a hexadecimal number of #990000. Crimson red.
The students in Hogwarts had to grin as Fleur thought that, even in the face of danger, she could crack a few jokes. But, they were soon again enraptured in the screen, as the man grabbed Fleur and growled in her face, "Just because you are so pretty doesn't mean that I won't hurt you."
"And just because you are a man doesn't mean you have a right to my body just because I am a woman," Fleur said, pulling out her wand and pointing it at the man.
"You think that a pretty stick will protect you?" The man sneered.
"Yes," Fleur said, "Stupefy." A red light came shooting out of her wand, and hit the man in the chest. The man stumbled back, and fell with a thud. Fleur smiled, and walked up to the man, and said, "Obliviate." A soft blue light enveloped the man's head, then disappeared. Fleur smiled, and walked away.
The memory slowly faded, and the Hogwart's student population sat, dumbfounded. Even though it was just one memory, it showed many sides of Fleur that many people had never seen before, they just saw a pretty face and scoffed; Not thinking that she could do anything. Now, they saw that she was strong and independent and able to find something funny even in the face of danger. And the whole male population of Hogwart's fell in love, not just because she was half-veela. Definitely not.
A/N: Sorry for the reallllly short chapter, I just didn't feel that I needed to write anymore to show what kind of person Fleur was. Siriusly. Okay, I'll stop now.