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Who is she?

Chapter 10

"She said the ground and the sky, they love each other but they don't have arms so rain; that's just how they hold one another"

- Shoulders, Shane Koyczan

"And that's how you show off"

The week that followed was simply awesome. Cedric and I were hailed as the heroes of Hogwarts. Cedric said that he had overheard some first years were trying to start a cult of some sort. The thing about that prank was that it showed the sheep that I had power. But the best thing was that I had gained a new friend, Cedric. He was like an older brother/cool dude/all around nice guy.

"Harry, can I ask you something?" We were in the kitchens. It was a great place to eat smuggled food items like croissants and burgers stolen from beuxbatons carriage courtesy of twins. They had started worshipping us as their masters. (Trust me I was grossed out too when I heard that)

"Alright, go on" Cedric had that serious look.

"Do you have any grand plan that involves me?" That was his style. If he wants to know something he'll ask you bluntly. He expects the same from you too.

"I have" I replied as I chewed my food. The difference between me and Dumbledore is that I won't manipulate my friends into doing something they won't want to.

"You are telling the truth" He frowned.

"How do you know?" Now I was hooked. I did not even feel a legilimency probe.

"You shift your right leg an inch towards the left when you are lying" He explained. But that threw me off. How can he read me? To read something off from a person you need at least years of familiarity. There was no explanation other than one. If it was what I think it was then it was crazy. But when you remove the impossible then what remains no matter how strange must be the truth.

"You have eidetic memory" I exclaimed. His face paled but then he sighed.

"Should've known you would deduce it sooner" He shook his head.

"Explain. " I said. He sounded bitter. As if he was ashamed of having a photographic memory.

"I don't know how to explain it. I can remember every single thing, every minute detail. People thinks that it's a boon, but it's a curse actually," He paused. "I'm bored, Harry. I can't read a same book twice no matter how much I love it because I can remember it perfectly. I can't let people know about this because I'll be an outcast. They'll think that I'm good because I have some sort of super brain. That's not the truth. Just because I can remember everything doesn't mean I can understand everything. I have the memories but the skills and knowledge I have to earn by hard work," He took a deep breath. I can understand what he's saying. Magic is all about balance. The more you work the more you get. He has an advantage over his peers so magic expects him to work more or she'll not grant him what he wishes.

"The Sorting hat put me in Hufflepuff because it knew that I would need to work hard. And work hard, I did. I have tried so hard to be the best. Every night I'll be the last one to sleep in my House. I have a great memory but to understand what I remember I need to work. Ever since my parents knew about my talent they started to expect more from me. They won't settle for anything good, they want me to be great. I don't hate them. But I do hope they were different. I want to enter this tournament because I want to. They expects me to become a high level ministry official. I want to be something more. Something exciting, adventurous, and possibly life threatening." He grinned.

"So let me get this straight. You have an eidetic memory. Your parents wants you to use that to become the minister but you don't want to. You want to do something that helps everyone but must give you an adrenaline rush. Am I right?"

"Yeah. Short but right" he nodded.

"Welcome to team potter, where you gets to battle basilisks and Dark lords to save the innocents" I grinned. "Where do I sign?" He smirked.

"Sign? Do you think that something that's awesome as Team potter will accept someone by handing out membership forms? We only do it the hard way." I puffed out my chest.

"Don't use "hard" and "we" in the same sentence, Harry"

I chocked on my burger. "You are in" I declared. This guy was too awesome not to be in my group.

"So, are you going to tell me your plan?" He asked seriously.

"Cedric, I can't tell you what happened to me to make me the person I am today. I can't tell you everything I have planned. I just can't. But I'll never hide things from you that you need to know or that involve you. Right now my plan involves us being selected as champions of Hogwarts and winning the Tournament" I gave him the blunt truth.

"And after that?"

"Trust is something that can be earned only with time." I replied. He nodded.

"So, you'll tell me when you can trust me."

"No, I'll tell you when we both trust each other. Voldemort is not dead. He'll come back. And my plan revolves around him and Dumbledore. "

"And you don't trust Dumbledore?" He half asked, half stated.

"No."

"Why?"

Then I told him how Dumbledore had tried to capture voldemort by using the philosopher's stone as a bait in a school full of children. How Dumbledore didn't do anything when he knew the basilisk was the monster of the Chamber. I did not tell him anything other than that. He hasn't earned it yet. With his eidetic memory he analysed everything. He hadn't talked once during my lecture. When I finished He looked like he waas going to puke. I just tore his childhood hero into pieces.

We were silent for a while. Then he tossed me the last Burger .

"Okay" He simply said. "I don't know what happened to you Harry, But you are far more mature than what you should be. And I know that because I can see straight through you. I believe you. Plus nobody likes a dark lord."

"Cool" I said as I started on the hamburger.

"So, What are we going to do first?" he asked. This guy's simply awesome.

"Information on people with the possibility of becoming champions, Tasks and people we can trust"

"You sure you aren't a dark lord?" He joked.

"Nah, I don't want to kill anyone except moldyvort. And Snape. May be Malfoy. That's not evil, is it?"

"Nah." We laughed.

"So, do you know anything about that French Veela?" I asked. Seventh years had classes along with Durmstrang and Beuxbaton students.

"No, she hasn't even come to any of the classes yet. And her classmates are tight lipped about her. I mean not a single word" He frowned.

"Nothing? I thought there would be girls bitching about her for being a Veela." I was confused. Jealousy was a universal emotion. Why didn't girls at least gossip about her? Something was wrong. This girl was definitely climbing up on my mysteries to solve list.

"No, nothing.I don't even know her last name. Their names aren't registered in our attendance list." Wow. Considering that Cedric has an eidetic memory that's troubling.

"Who are you, Fleur?" I mused.

"Add the asphodel after the sixth turn, Nott" We were brewing a strengthening potion. Over the week Nott and I have became partners in potions. He really had a knack at figuring out new ways to brew a potion and my knowledge was second only to Snape.

"Draco is planning something" He said as he stirred the potion.

" So, that's why he is keeping his distance. Know what he's planning?" I noticed that Malfoy was watching us so I acted like we were discussing about the potion.

"No"

I know why Nott is allying with me. After that show Cedric and I pulled off everybody knew that I was not to be messed with. That put Malfoy's in a hard place. Everybody knows that I hold a grudge against him so nobody wants to be associated with him anymore. That means the throne of slytherin is up for grabs for anyone. Nott wants that power so he's allying with me as I hold the cards now. It's not what I wanted but at least he was making a stand now.

"I assume you are going to make the best of this situation" Let him know that I know what he's doing. He looked impressed.

"Of course" He smirked.

"Is it going to happen today?" I asked as I started crushing runespoor fangs.

"No, Before Halloween. That's all I know." We stopped talking as Snape came over to check on our potion. He grunted and moved over to the next station without a single word. That must mean our Potion was Outstanding. Poor man .I just robbed him of his favourite hobby. He won't be able to call me a dunderhead anymore. I was chuckling as we were leaving the class room.

"Why are you smiling Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Well, You know, Stuff" I replied. She shook her head and muttered something like "boys".

It was a bright Saturday afternoon and I was leaving the great hall.

"Hello, Harry Potter" A dreamy voice came from behind me.

I turned and saw a girl I have never seen before. Dirty blond hair decorated with some kind of wild flower and wide eyes which were currently focused at a point above my head. She had a necklace made up of corks.

"Hello to you too, beautiful stranger" I replied trying to use the same dreamy voice she had used.

"Oooh! You know about knarkals too." She beamed.

"What do you mean?" I was baffled.

"You used the makwaka voice so that they won't spy on us" She tilted her head. I was reminded of Tam. My heart stopped for a second.

"Yeah, Sorry, I didn't get your name" I said.

"Oh, I am Luna Lovegood. But people call me loony. You can too, if you want?"

Loony, people called her loony. She was being bullied. I hate bullies, I hate Dudley.

"But Luna is such a good name. Can I call you Luna?" I asked without a hint of pity. I know all about being bullied, about being different.

"Okay" She beamed again.

"What do you want Luna?"

"Well, I am a reporter for Quibbler. And we are publishing an article about Rotfang conspiracy this month. Our editor wants to know whether you are a part of it or not. "She answered seriously. She then proceeded to tell me how there was a nefarious plot to bring down the wizarding world to its knees by gum diseases.

"Well you can tell him that I'm not a part of the Rotfang conspiracy, Luna. Though I'm pretty sure that Dumbledore is involved in it. I have seen him handing out sweets to unsuspecting adults with my own eyes. " I lowered my voice. "But you can't quote me on that one."

"Oh, thank you, Harry Potter. I will ask daddy to make sure that your name will not be mentioned."

"Your dad?"

"He owns the paper" Huh, That's interesting.

"Oh, Can I have a subscription then?" I was totally serious. I so wants to read that article.

Five minutes later I was five galleons less rich. But hey, I had a life time subscription of Quibbler. I was walking down the path to Hagrid's hut. Pumpkins the sizes of an average human were growing on his front yard. He must have been growing them for the Halloween decorations. I knocked the door and the booming bark of fang answered me.

"Come on in, Harry" Hagrid opened the door for me.

"What's with the suit, Hagrid?" He was wearing a black suit and an yellow tie.

"I, er, wasgointerassommaoneonadate" He mumbled.

"What?" He fidgeted like a five year old.

"I was goin' ter ask someone out on a date." He was blushing. Half of his was face obscured by his beard and the other half was blushing bright red.

"Who's the lucky girl?" I elbowed his side.

"Olympe" He blushed further.

Huh. Hagrid and Maxime, I can only hope that he won't be hurt by her.

"Good luck, big man. I think she'll say yes." I gave him a pat on the back.

"Yeh think so?"

"Yeah" With that I left the hut and walked towards the lake. I sat down under the same tree where Tam faded. I still didn't know what kind of tree it was. It had a smooth brown bark, bright green leaves and silver flowers. Silver and green, her favorite colors. I leaned back against the bark and closed my eyes. I felt the wind ruffling my hair. I let out a breath and shivered. This spot reminded me of her. I touched the tattoo on my left shoulder and traced it as I remembered her. Her eyes, hair, smile. I slowly drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up there was another girl sleeping under the tree about ten feet away from me. The first thing I noticed was a sweet aroma surrounding her. It smelt pleasant but I couldn't exactly say what it was. Then I noticed that she had waist length silver hair. It was her, Fleur.

She snored slightly. Her breath blowing small strands of silver hair which had fallen over her lips away. I was captured by her beauty. She looked like an angel fallen from heavens. Her lips, thin and pink twitched as the strands of hair tickled her. I am not a kind of a guy who would take advantage of a girl while she's asleep. But I couldn't help notice that she had a body that any girl would kill for. Words just didn't do her beauty justice.

"Er, Wake up" I tentatively nudged her shoulder. It was getting dark.

She opened her eyes. Sapphire blue orbs pierced into mine. Her eyes were still half closed.

"Bonjour, monsieur Potter" She had a beautiful voice. She yawned widely as she sat up.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle" I replied politely. "What were you doing here?" I asked.

"Sleeping" she said simply.

"Before that?"

"Oh, I was spying on you"

' Wait, what?'

"Care to explain that?" Either she was the worst spy in the world or she had some amazing plan to make me trust her by saying that. The latter seemed farfetched even for me.

"Madame maxime didn't like me skiving off classes. She, 'ow do you say eet, blew a fuse. So I told 'er zhat I was skipping classes to spy on you" She shrugged.

"And you skipped your classes because?" I was curious.

"Eet was boring. I 'ad better zings to do"

"Like sleeping" I pointed out.

"Oui" She wasn't even a bit fazed. She stood up and was going to leave. I decided to prod some information from her.

"So what shall I call you?" I asked.

She looked at me with a confused expression.

"You know my name." It was not an accusation but rather a statement.

"A friend of mine taught me not to use a girl's name without their permission" I said remembering Tamsyln.

"She is a wise one." She nodded.

"She was" It slipped out before I could stop.

She looked at me strangely and started walking towards beuxbaton carriage. But she stopped after walking ten meters and turned towards me.

"Fleur, my name is Fleur Delacour" And left just like that.

Flower of the court. Nice name.

But something nagged me. Delacour. Of the court.

The court. The court.

Shit.

Now I know why people were scared to gossip about her. She must be the daughter of Apolline Delacour.

Bloody hell.

A/N:

So, I gave Cedric an eidetic memory. How do you think he was able to master a complex spell in so fast? Don't think Cedric is the same all around good guy. He is a nice guy. But y'all know I can't resist the temptation to paint my characters in a different way. So be prepared.

So what do you guys think? Review. I just love 'em reviews. I'll be explaining about why people are afraid of Appoline later on. This chapter is a bit shorter than usual but I hope you liked it.