A.N.- Hello everyone, I graduated from High School last Saturday! I can hardly believe it, though. Finished with AP exams and all that nasty stuff, going to COLLEGE! Now I can concentrate on partying, I really hate saying goodbyes. Without further ado, I give you Chapter 20.

IMPORTANT!: Do you readers want Harry to be the Triwizard Champion? I personally don't want to since Krum's a pro Quidditch player and it feels a bit too much to have two as champions. If you have differing opinions. Please reply through review. I do have something up my sleeve if Harry isn't chosen as champion.

Chapter 20: Separate Yet Whole

To say the English Supporters were ecstatic was a large understatement. Throughout the entire camp, the joyful singing of the English anthem could be heard.

"They seem like a happy bunch. I hope they don't go over the top, I'm tired" Harry remarked in a half asleep state as he snuggled closer to his girlfriend on a rather large bed in his room from the tent he and Sirius had rented.

Fleur giggled as she buried her face in the crook of Harry's neck, "I love you Harry."

"Love you too, flower." Harry murmured back, lazily wrapping an arm around her waist, eliciting a contented sigh from the quarter Veela. She'd always cherished moments like these, with just the two of them together, in their own little universe. The first thing Harry did after the match was to find her, which had touched her immensely. He even turned down the offer of joining in with his teammates in what would undoubtedly be a rowdy, wild celebration party, knowing that she was uncomfortable with being in the center of attention. Gently, Fleur leaned her face close to her boyfriend's and lovingly rubbed her nose against his perfectly sculpted one. She smiled when Harry mumbling incoherently, slowly her eyelids closed to Harry's steady, quiet breathing.

Harry jerked up with a start, eyes wide, as he slept he felt dread. An uneasy, nagging feeling had wormed its way to his gut even as the World Cup ended.

"You can't sleep?" A melodious voice asked to his left. Harry turned his head sideways, smiling as he saw Fleur rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she looked cute and gorgeous even in this state.

"No, I just feel like that something bad will happen soon." Harry replied and leaned down, gently kissing her, caressing her flawless cherry red lips gently with his own. Fleur moaned into the kiss as Harry's tongue did wonders with hers, suddenly Harry stopped.

"What's wrong?" Fleur asked through her swollen lips.

"Did you hear that?" Harry asked. Very faintly, screams, and shrieks of terrors could be heard from a far yet discouraging distance.

"We should go." Harry said as he jumped out of the bed and with a swish of his wand, his belongings flew into his suitcase and the lid closed over it with a sounding thump and an audible click of a lock. With a flick of his wand, suitcase was shrunk and placed inside his shorts pocket. Fleur did the same with hers, both she and Harry raised their wands when the flaps of their room were opened revealing a white faced Sirius Black.

"Thank Merlin you two are alright! I've been looking for you two everywhere." Sirius said, hugging his godson, despite his protests.

"What's happening Sirius?" Harry asked, his spine shivered as the screams and shrieks became louder.

"We need to leave now, Death Eaters are attacking the camp." Sirius said and pulled out a silver ring.

"Wait, what about my maman, papa and Gabrielle?" Fleur exclaimed.

"They already portkeyed back to Harry's house already. I left them an emergency portkey." Sirius explained. "Now take my hand."

"What about the people out there? Elan, Roger and Cedric are still out there." Harry inquired, prompting Fleur to tighten her hold on his hand.

"There's too many out there pup. We have to leave NOW!" Sirius grabbed his godson's open hand and before he could protest, the three of them disappeared in a spinning blur.

"Ooomph." Harry exhaled as he felt himself falling onto the fluffy carpeted floor in the living room of his house as he reappeared with a swirl and Fleur falling on top of him.

"Though I understand that you have just been crowned Quidditch World Champion, will you please save your displays of affection towards my daughter in a more private setting." Alain Delacour said with a smirk, causing the couple to immediately separate. When Fleur saw her father's teasing smile, she huffed and crossed her arms.

"Fleur!" Fleur had to grab onto Harry's arm as a silver blur slammed into her and hugged her fiercely around the waist. Fleur simply laughed at her baby sister as the small Veela blurted out her worries.

"I was so worried about you…" Gabrielle sniffed into Fleur's shirt.

Patting her baby sister on the head Fleur smiled and said, "I'm alright Gabby, my shining knight was with me the whole time." Gabrielle laughed as all of them went to sit on the sofas.

"Harry" Harry turned to his godfather. "I'm going to the Ministry and see what's happening. You're good here?" Sirius asked, at Harry's nod, the Grim animagus walked into the empty fireplace and green flames engulfed him.

"You have a beautiful house, Harry." Apolline Delacour praised, obviously liking the Victorian style that was around her.

"Thanks, Mrs. Delacour." Harry replied.

"Harry, please call me Apolline or maman…" Fleur's mother said, or ordered with a wink. Catching the subtle hint, both Harry and Fleur blushed bright red.

"And they blush at the same time, aren't they cute Alain?" Apolline exclaimed with a giggle.

Seeing the two flushed young adults, Alain palmed his face and said, "I know you're extremely happy for them but there's no need rush things yet."

"Why not?" Apolline asked her husband then turned onto the blushing couple, both wishing the Earth would just open up and swallow them up.

"Harry dear, do you love my daughter?" Apolline asked, expertly ignoring said daughter's shrieks of protests.

"Yes, Mrs. De-, Apolline…I love your daughter, ever since our first meeting. She is always in my thoughts…and has ruined me for any other woman." Harry said quietly and was rewarded with a not so innocent kiss from his girlfriend, he squeezed Fleur's hand gently, caressing it gently with his thumb.

"And Fleur? Do you love Harry?" Fleur stiffened at her mother's question and turned towards the man who held her affection. "Oui…Very much." Fleur whispered as she turned and blue eyes met green and snuggled closer to Harry. Then they all chuckled as Gabrielle shamelessly let out a loud yawn and rubbed her eyes.

"I assume you want to stay the night." Alain asked with a raised eyebrow at his daughter, who nodded. No words were needed as Alain shared a look with Harry as he, Apolline and a half asleep Gabrielle disappeared in the empty fireplace.

"Are you sure you don't want to go back home with your family Fleur?" Harry asked concernedly.

Fleur flashed him a dazzling smile and without any warning, crushed her lips to his. Harry immediately staggered as he wrapped his arms around Fleur's perfect waist, he gasped when he felt Fleur's tongue snaking into his mouth and entangling with his own. They never broke the kiss as Fleur lifted herself and wrapped her legs around Harry's waist. Harry didn't need to be told to know that it was late and they both needed rest. Feeling a little frisky, he placed both his hands on his beautiful girlfriend's behind as he carried her to his bedroom. Fleur, feeling Harry's hands on her ass groaned sultrily into his mouth as she continued to kiss him. Gritting his teeth, Harry was having a difficult time of clearing his mind as Fleur continued to wreck wondrous things on his body. He laid Fleur on his bed and broke the kiss, much to her displeasure.

"Fleur…how do I say this…" Harry's voice was drowned out as Fleur took it upon herself to capture his lips again.

"I really need a cold shower now…" His mind shrieked as he inhaled the pleasurable scent from Fleur's creamy skin and felt her breasts crushing mashed against his chest. Reluctantly, Harry placed his hands on Fleur's shoulders and halted her sensational administrations.

"What's wrong Harry?" Fleur asked with a pout, deliberately accenting his name in the way that she knew that drove him insane.

"Umm… Fleur, I really hate to be the voice of reason here but I think we should turn in now." Harry said, shaking and groaned when Fleur captured his bottom lip with her cherry red lips and began sucking on it sensually.

"Fleur, if you continued this torture, I can't be held responsible for what's to come." Harry groaned.

Fleur smirked against his lips and finally with a final peck at his cheek, stopped and simply lay next to him, her head resting on his chest.

"I love you." Fleur's heart fluttered as Harry murmured the three words and kissed her forehead. She looked up from her comfortable spot on his chest and saw Harry with his eyes closed and a smile on his lips, she truly felt that she was the luckiest girl on the planet with someone like Harry by her side. "I love you too Harry." She murmured back before again resting her head on Harry's chest.

The next few days were calm and peaceful for the two lovers, well, as peaceful as it could get as soon as Gabby came through the floo, shouting that Fleur would need a new dress for a formal occasion during sometime this upcoming school year at Beauxbatons. It resulted with the little Veela dragging her sister and Harry across ten shops, two shopping centers.

"What do you think Harry?" Fleur asked as she drew the curtain to a side, revealing the man she loved who was smirking at her.

"It's perfect."

"That's what you said about all the dresses I've tried on today…should I be worried?" Fleur retorted in a mock-annoyed tone.

"What can I say, you look great in everything, flower." Harry said, smiling when she blushed. Fleur smiled, she knew she was beautiful, many boys and men had made it clear to her but it hadn't mean a single thing when they said it, however whenever Harry complimented her, happiness and joy always filled her.

"Well, I'm not a woman but I think silver matches your hair flawlessly." Harry said, eliciting a beautiful laugh from his girlfriend.

Despite her protests, Harry bought the silver satin dress for her but when he explained his reason, she felt her heart melt again. "I won't be able to touch and hold you again soon when school starts, consider it a gift."

Gabrielle was watching when her eyes widened as tears slid down from the eyes of her older sister and launched herself into Harry's arms and kissed him in a way that might be a little inappropriate for the little Veela to see.

After their trip, the three of them retired back to Harry's house but not before having a great lunch and a movie, which Fleur and Gabrielle both enjoyed immensely.

There was a definite end-of-the-holidays gloom in the air when Harry awoke next morning, he can't believe that it was already the last day of summer holidays already. With a sigh, he rested on one arm as he watched Fleur who was sleeping on top of him, she'd look even more beautiful in this state, which he thought was impossible since she was already the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. She even made wearing his clothes incredibly sexy. He felt so lucky that she had agreed to be his girlfriend, he didn't know what he did to deserve her.

Slowly and carefully, as to not wake Fleur from her slumber, Harry extracted himself from underneath her and silently left his bedroom and down the stairs, changed into sporting shorts and a plain grey sleeveless shirt. Sirius was already up, eating bowl of cereal with a glass of orange juice on the table just outside the kitchen.

"Morning, pup." "Hey Sirius." Harry greeted as he opened his ridiculously large, double door refrigerator and fishing out a cartoon of orange juice and pouring himself a glass of the orange liquid, along with it a copy of The Daily Prophet was present on the table as well. He could feel Sirius' eyes boring into the back of his head and irritation crept in.

"Is there a problem?"

"Didn't say anything…" Sirius replied, digging into his cereal.

"No but you're giving me that look, like that." Harry said as he went into the direction towards the living room.

"No I wasn't." Sirius said and smirked as he saw his godson glaring at him.

"Fleur and I didn't do anything but sleep together, with our clothes on, Sirius...Merlin. Where's your mind at." Harry asked crossly, shaking his head as he drank his juice. Sirius was about to answer but was cut off, "On the second thought, maybe its best you don't answer it. Not that I don't know where it is already." With that, Harry went on his routine run.

Fleur sleepily opened her eyes and sighed when she couldn't feel Harry anywhere in the large bed. "That idiot. At least he's my idiot." Fleur joked in her mind with a smile as she spotted a note written on a small note card on a bedside table on her side of the bed.

Hey Fleur, Almost didn't want to get out of bed…you look like an angel when you sleep, not that you aren't one already.

I hope you're dreaming of me with that smile. –H.J.P.

Humming happily, the silver blonde went inside Harry's bathroom, which was adjacent to his bedroom and sighed as she felt the warm water massaging her bare skin in the rather large shower. She was initially amazed at how organized Harry was with his bathroom; body lotion, aftershave, toothbrush, shaver and other items were all placed accordingly and neatly, which surprised and pleased her.

As she thought about Harry, she trailed her hands down her breasts, stopping at her pink nipples eliciting a sigh from her throat. Fleur unknowingly lowered her hand until it reached the erogenous spot between her legs.

"Mmmm…Harry." Fleur moaned as she plunged two fingers inside of her wet, aroused womanhood. It thrilled her that Harry always placed her opinion above his when it came to the physical aspects of their love life, she was touched that he cared that much about her. It made him all that much more special, he was looking for a serious relationship with her; he had said it several times when they were both close to losing control of themselves. However, the Veela side in Fleur wasn't happy at all, often urging her to mark him as hers before anyone else could. Though they were in a relationship for a quite some time, Fleur wanted more, even since he kissed her, she wanted more of him. Harry was like a drug that she couldn't get enough.

Her breath became more labored as she felt her climax approaching. Her legs shook, eyes widening as she bit back her scream, moaning Harry's name softly. It was a while before Fleur regained her senses and flushed at what just happened. She quickly washed herself and donned on some clothes, a pair of tight shorts, a white tank top and Harry's gray hoodie, which she had commandeered much to Harry's amusement.

She gasped as she opened the bathroom door, revealing a sweat drenched Harry. Fleur swallowed, she had never felt this embarrassing in her life before.

"Did he hear everything?" She thought rapidly, face pinking. In addition, his musky scent was simply intoxicating as it overloaded her senses. She felt that she had died and gone to heaven when she felt Harry touch and caress her cheek lovingly and proceeded to capture her lips in a gentle yet exhilarating kiss. Her Veela side sang for her to make him hers right at this moment as she wrapped her arms lazily around his sweaty neck, deepening the kiss. She smirked inwardly with victory when she forced a groan from Harry as she sucked on his tongue slowly and sensually. But she gasped when she felt his hands snaking down from her waist down to her perfect round derrière. Closing her eyes, Fleur groaned as Harry worked his masterful touching on her behind.

With immense reluctance, she broke the kiss between them. Looking into Harry's questioning and loving eyes, she nibbled his earlobe before whispering, "Take a shower Harry, you stink…"

"Really? You certainly weren't complaining a few moments ago." Harry asked, grinning as he saw Fleur blush madly.

Fleur merely slapped his arm and winked, "No, I didn't."

With that she walked out of the bathroom, swaying her hips on purpose. Harry shook his head furiously, "I need a shower…a really cold one." He thought as he closed the bathroom door behind him.

"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked as he came down the stairs and hugged Fleur from behind as she expertly cracked some eggs into the frying pan.

"He said something about meeting somebody over a couple of advertisement deals." Fleur said and shivered as Harry 's tongue made contact with her earlobe.

"You know, I could have fixed breakfast." Harry murmured in her ear.

"I know." Fleur pecked Harry on the cheek. "You're fantastic at it but I want to do it this time. Think of it as payback for spoiling me so much."

True to her word, Fleur's cooking was sublime just as she said and she took great pleasure in giggling as Harry tore into his omelet. After breakfast was done and plates have been washed and dried, which included a water fight that Harry lost heavily in, the lovers rested on the sofas, listening to some music when a loud pop could be heard.

Rising to his feet, Harry slid the glass door open and chuckled as a red blur slammed into him.

"You promised you'd visit…you liar." Rosy said accusingly, the tears that were threatening to spill out of the edges of her big green eyes made Harry feel like he was the world's biggest asshole.

Kneeling on one knee, he embraced the small redhead while she cried, occasionally hitting his chest with her small fists. "I'm so so sorry princess. I've been such a idiot and stupid lately…" At this, Rosy giggled through her sobs.

"What do I have to do to be forgiven?" Little Rosy bit her lip, her eyebrows narrowed as she thought deeply. Then her eyes brightened as a large smile appeared on the girl's face.

"Broom racing!" She cried with delight but her eyes narrowed when she saw Fleur. Rosy was young but she certainly wasn't stupid, she knew her favorite and dearest brother stopped seeing her as much as he was always with this girl.

Harry shook his head as his little sister simply glared at Fleur, ignoring her as she rushed to where Rina, Harry's phoenix who trilled happily at the sight of the little girl.

"I don't think your sister likes me very much…" Fleur observed.

"It'll be okay." Harry said reassuringly as he squeezed her hand and kissed her on the lips before joining his sister, who was glaring at them.

"Ready?" Harry asked as they both mounted Harry's Firebolt.

"Yeah!" Rosy chirped and squealed when Harry kicked the broom and it launched towards the sky, bringing the both of them towards the clear blue sky. Rosy heard her brother whispering something and turned her head back to look at him with confusion.

"Just a disillusionment charm. It's not everyday you see a flying broom in broad daylight." He explained, causing the little redhead to giggle childishly. Harry smiled as he heard his sister gasp and exclaim about the unbelievable beauty beneath them.

"Rosy?" Harry asked gently.

"Hmm?"

"Why do you not like Fleur?" Rosy was silent for a while as they continued to fly then in a small, afraid voice, "Because you like her more than me."

"Rosaline…you are very special to me, it is because of you I am where I'm at now. I don't like Fleur more than you nor do I like you more than her. So can you play nice with her? For me?"

"Okay…for you." Rosy said softly after a while.

"Actually, I do suppose I like you a little more." Harry said slowly.

"Really?" His sister chirped.

"Without you, I wouldn't have met her so yup, I like you more." With that, he ruffled her red hair, causing her to whine which made him laugh. The rest of their trip gone by silently and peacefully, as they landed and dismounted back in Harry's backyard, Rosy was more warm towards Fleur as she no longer had her death glare on her face.

"I like to play with dolls, Harry is good at playing with me and acting the voices." Rosy blurted, causing Fleur to shoot Harry a playful smirk, to which he just winced at.

Then as Fleur and Rosy sat on the sofas while Harry made them ice-cream, Rosy grabbed Fleur's hand and meeting her stare said, "Please don't hurt Harry, he means a lot to me." With that, the little girl tried to make a menacing face, which Fleur thought was absolutely adorable.

" 'E means a lot to me too. I promise." She said and couldn't help but laugh when Harry's little sister held out her small pinky. Fleur couldn't help but think how similar Rosy was to Gabrielle as they pinky promised. Then as Harry came into the living room, the fireplace blazed green as Sirius walked out with a giant grin etched on his face and what seemed to be a magazine in his hand.

"There you are, my good man." Sirius said with a smile, "I've got more sponsorship deals for you Harry, don't give me that look, money is practically thrown at you from every direction. Even more so now that you've won the World Cup."

"Sure, I guess that's a good thing." He muttered to himself. "Sirius, have the ministry traced who shot the Dark Mark in the sky?" Harry said as his eyes darted to the copy of The Daily Prophet on the low coffee table in front of him.

The skull was still moving in the night sky in the picture. A sharp sensation slammed into his head as he fell down from the sofa and onto the carpet floor.

"Where am I?" Harry thought groggily as he stood up and surveyed his surroundings. It was dark, cold and rainy, occasionally strikes of lightning and booming thunder revealed the meticulously concealed Hogwarts Castle.

He then heard noises of clunking and whirled around and saw a drooping figure that was limping towards him, a staff supporting his steps. As the figure came closer, Harry instantly recognized the face that seemed to be carved out of weathered wood by someone who had only the vaguest idea of what human faces were supposed to look like, and was none too skilled with a chisel. Skin was scarred everywhere, the mouth looked like a diagonal gash and a heavily disfigured nose. A coin round, vivid electric blue eye met his.

Another wave of pain filled his head as Harry tumbled to the ground in pain. The scenery had changed, Harry found himself sitting next to Roger listening intently as Dumbledore placed both his hands on a ancient, looking wooden cup with eye-blinding blue fire flickering brightly. The flames turned blood red and furiously shot out something into the air.

With great confusion, Harry saw Dumbledore catch whatever came out of the cup and said in a loud clear voice, "The Durmstrang Champion is Viktor Krum…" The images became hazy as the familiar pain returned, more powerful than ever, Harry caught the images of dragons, mermaids and running through what seemed to be a giant maze…..

"Harry Potter…"A voice hissed. "Harry…Harry…Harry!" Harry struggled to breathe as he shot up, eyes wide with panic. He found himself staring into his own reflection in his godfather's concerned brown eyes.

" 'Arry?" Harry looked at Fleur who seemed relieved and terrified at the same time as he nodded and let out a breath of relief as she embraced him tightly.

"Everything is okay, Harry…I'm here." Fleur reassured him as she kissed his neck. Slowly Sirius and Fleur pulled him back up and laid him on Fleur's lap back on the sofa.

"What did you see?" Sirius stated, prompting Fleur to look up at him and ask, "You 'ave seen 'im like zis before?"

"Only once or twice. I will explain later, what did you see Harry?" Sirius replied.

"The Triwizard Tournament will be reintroduced am I correct?" Fleur's grip on his hand tightened at his soft murmur. She turned to look at Sirius who sighed gravely. "Mad-Eye's coming out of retirement, isn't he?"

At Fleur's confused look, he stroked her flawless cheeks before adding, "He's a former auror, a fairly good one too. He taught me a couple of times."

Fleur smiled warmly at him and was about to respond when Sirius cut in, "Yes, Mad-Eye has agreed to come out of retirement according to Arthur Weasley."

An uncomfortable lapse of silence entered between them until a small voice broke it, "Uncle Siri, Harry's falling down again." Rosy said quietly.

Sirius patted the girl's head gently and looking at his godson who looked like he'd just been through a night terror said, "Yeah…"

"Do you know what just 'appened…it sounded as if 'arry…." Fleur asked, tightening the hold on her boyfriend.

"Fleur, I have something to tell you." Harry said in English hoarsely. "Just don't think less of me when I'm done."

" 'Arry, You know I'll never do zat…"

"It hasn't happened in years but sometimes I fall into a fit and when that happens I can see what is to come in the near future. It doesn't always make sense and I thought I could control it." Harry broke eye contact with Fleur as he finished.

" 'Arry look at me." Harry did as she commanded, staring into her blue sapphire eyes. "I love you, nozing in the world would change ZAT fact. You were the first man to ever truly love me for me…I only want you, to be ze man I want to spend ze rest of my life wiz."

Harry smiled at her confession and his eyes widened as Fleur captured his lips and subsequently gave him the best snog of his life.

Rosy's eyes widened like saucers as Sirius just chuckled at the pair and muttered, "Ah…young love."

As they broke the kiss reluctantly, Fleur whispered through her swollen lips, "I love you 'Arry…"

Gently caressing her cheeks and staring into her ever blue eyes, Harry whispered back, "I love you too Fleur…"

"I'll never get tired of hearing you say zat to me." The silver haired beauty said as she nuzzled her nose against his neck.

"Same here." Harry murmured back.

That night, after a fine backyard barbeque of fish, steak, chicken and veggies and the usual war in trying to get Little Rosy to go to bed, the three of them and to Harry's shock, Professor Elizabeth Vector who Sirius had introduced as a dinner guest, simply laid down and watched the shining, twinkling stars.

"It was fun to see Harry all flushed." Fleur thought as she snuggled deeper into Harry's chest, she had watched with amusement as the Ancient Runes Professor at Hogwarts teased Harry.

Fleur had never felt so protected as Harry's strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist, she was truly the luckiest woman on the planet. After their talk with Sirius, when they were finally alone, she had reproved him for doubting her love and letting him know that he was stuck to her, to which he just laughed at and said that she was incredibly hot when she was angry.

She wanted to lightly hit him for that comment but it didn't go to plan as it turned to him kissing her furiously and testing her self control as he left a trail of hickeys on her neck amidst other things that made her want to rip his clothes off and claim him as hers.

"Fleur, look, a shooting star." Harry said. Fleur quickly turned her head around and to her luck, she saw it before it quickly disappeared.

"What did you wish for?" The quarter Veela asked.

"It won't come true if I tell you." Harry said with that mysterious wink which she adored yet made her irritated.

"Fine…be that way." Fleur said with a huff and she suddenly laughed as Harry began to tickle her, targeting her most vulnerable areas.

"Harry stop, your godfather and his girlfriend are watching us."

"So, my godfather probably has done stupider things…" Fleur couldn't help laughing from the tickling she was receiving as she swore revenge later.

After hearing her cries of mercy, Harry stopped and Fleur became still again in his arms. "You'll pay for that, 'Arry." Fleur said in her soft, seductive tone, emphasizing his name on purpose.

"Oh shit." Were the two words that were in Harry's mind.

Then when his watch hit ten p.m., Harry looked at Fleur who nodded and lifting her with her in his arms in bridal style, the raven black haired wizard said goodnight to his godfather while Fleur merely did the same but blushed and sought to hide her face in Harry's neck.

Harry gently laid Fleur on his soft bed as he went into the bathroom first, he looked into the mirror as he placed his toothbrush down and the hissing voice calling his name echoed in his ears. He had heard it twice, fourteen years ago and more recently four years ago.

He unconsciously connected the smooth, malicious, dangerous voice with eyes as red as blood, a snake like nose, the skin as pale as snow and the hands that were like spiders. Slapping water on his face, Harry saw his hands turning white as they grasped at the marble sink.

"No, it can't be, my visions don't prove anything, he can't be back…" Harry thought as he walked out of the bathroom. He smiled as he saw Fleur gave him a hug before walking into the bathroom and sliding the door shut behind her.

Harry simply fell down on his bed with a small thump, the more he thought about it, the more facts were thrown at him. Pettigrew was till on the run, Bertha Jorkins had simply vanished into thin air in Albania, the Death Eaters in Azkaban claiming that their marks were darkening. Everything was connected somehow, but what way?

Was he the only person who was aware of these events? Who else could he bring this to? Dumbledore was still an unknown to him, Harry knew his headmaster might be aware but would he be willing to share information. Harry might have had a grudge on the Ancient Headmaster but if things did happen according to his dream, then he overlook them but still, Dumbledore was and remain, a master manipulator to put it short.

He was shaken from his thoughts as the doors slid open, revealing Fleur who had nothing on, save a black lacy bra and panties that seemed to be one size too small. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and his heart was in his mouth as he watched this perfect goddess saunter over to him and climbed onto the bed and him in an agonizing, torturing, slow pace.

Harry knew Fleur deliberately halted just as their lips were about to meet, who would know that Fleur Delacour could be such a good torturer. After what seemed to be an eternity, their lips met desperately, Fleur had become more and more sad as time passed, signaling the end of their final day together.

Harry watched as Fleur straddled him, his spine shivered with pleasure as he moved his hands down the curves of her waist, Fleur moaned with satisfaction as Harry's calloused "Quidditch Hands" explored her much exposed skin.

"Two can play this game." She thought as her hands slipped under his shirt, touching his bare well-toned chest. Harry had sat up, and with Fleur's help, got rid of the t-shirt that he was wearing, it was oddly sensational as Harry felt Fleur biting him between the neck and shoulder shortly after returning the hickeys he gave her. He heard Fleur moan deeply into his skin with approval as his hands cupped her ass and gave her cheeks a squeeze. Despite Fleur's Veela side sang for them to mate and mark Harry as hers, they were just content in the soft, exploring touches and the passionate kisses, both knowing that there would be the promise of more in the future.

The farewell next morning was as depressing as the pouring rain and thunder with lightning, neither Fleur nor Harry wanted to let each other go. It was after five minutes of intense kissing and a final peck did Fleur finally entered the empty fireplace and disappeared with a blaze of green flames. But what amazed Harry the most was that his little sister hugged Fleur as well, he knew he'd missed something as they shared a look with each other.

"Well pup, now that I've had my morning drama, shall we go?" Sirius teased and easily ducked the stinging hex his godson shot at him. The rain was coming down harder than ever as Sirius' silver convertible pulled into a parking space.

Grabbing an umbrella, Harry exited the car and held the door open as his sister climbed out from the back and out the passenger side of the car. After shrinking his trunk, the three walked through the apparently solid barrier dividing platforms nine and ten.

A disillusionment charm was incredibly helpful in this instance. The Hogwarts Express, a gleaming scarlet steam engine, was already there, clouds of steam billowing from it, through which the many Hogwarts students and parents on the platform appeared like dark ghosts.

As usual, Harry went to the very head of the train compartments, after promising Sirius that he'll be careful and his little sister that he'll write every week, a kiss on the cheek and that he'd bring sweets back, he entered the train. Taking an opportunity that the students were saying their goodbyes to their parents and relatives, Harry stealthily slipped into his usual compartment and were met with three smiles.

"Thought you'd miss the party." Elan Malfoy said as he tossed Harry a turkey sandwich.

"We were nearly swamped as we got here." Cedric said, his hair was sticking out in all sorts of angles, his clothes were all rumpled.

"You mean you got swamped, then I had to rush in and save your ass again." Roger snorted, causing the Hufflepuff to glare at him.

"Shitty weather huh?" Elan observed out the window as the train left the station. Harry simply nodded as glanced out into the dark skies.

"You all see that Dark Mark after the match?" Cedric asked.

"Harrikens was probably too busy keeping his hands on Ms. Delacour to notice." Elan teased, causing said man to roll his eyes at him.

"Too bad you missed out on the party, it was wild as hell." Roger remarked.

"I'm sure…" Harry replied dryly, the discussion about the Dark Mark all but gone.

"So have you all heard what's going to happen this year?" Elan said excitedly.

"Yeah, I can't believe they're really restarting the tournament." Harry's heart sank when he heard Roger reply enthusiastically.

"So…everything I saw was real will happen then." He thought silently, ignoring the current conversation.

"I heard two other schools will enter and will be arriving soon." Roger said as he drank from his bottle of Butterbeer. Time went by quickly as they sped through the rain and dark skies. After a few rounds of poker and chess, the Hogwarts Express finally slowed down at last.

Taking their time, the four young men shrunk their trunks, placed them in their pockets, changed into their robes and pulled the hoods up. As the train doors, opened, there was a rumble of thunder overhead. The rain was now coming down so thick and fast that it was as though buckets of ice-cold water were being emptied repeatedly over their heads.

"Damn, do I feel sorry for the upcoming firsties…" Elan said as he saw the violent lake. A hundred horseless carriages stood waiting for them outside the station. The four of them climbed into one of them, the door snap shut and a few moments later, with a great lurch, the long procession of carriages was rumbling and splashing its way up the track towards Hogwarts castle. Through the gates, flanked with statues of winged boars, and up the sweeping drive the carriages trundled, swaying dangerously. Leaning against the window, Harry could see Hogwarts coming nearer, its many lighted windows blurred and shimmering behind the thick curtain of rain.

Lightning flashed across the sky as their carriage came to a halt before the great oak front doors, which stood at the top of a flight of stone steps. People who had occupied the carriages in front were already hurrying up the stone steps into the castle, the four of them slowly disembarked their carriage since they were usually the last ones to enter the Great Hall anyways.

Despite the rain, the four of them walked calmly up the stairs, looking up only when they were safely inside the torch lit Entrance Hall, with its magnificent marble staircase. There wasn't a person in sight as they narrowed their eyes at the water on the floor and treaded carefully across the Entrance Hall and through the double doors on the right.

As they walked into the Great Hall, every pair of eyes were looking at them. The furious applause rain loud and hard as the four stars walked into the Great Hall. Roger and Cedric even had time to sign a couple of autographs but Harry just took his seat next to Cho with indifference. It took a long time for the professors to get the situation under control as they tried to make the applause die down. After sending several warning red sparks, McGonagall sat back down as the chatter and applause ceased.

"Harry, congrats." Cho whispered to her friend as they waited for the sorting to start.

Harry shot a warning glare at his housemates as he replied with a smile, "Thanks Cho, it means a lot to hear that from you." He raised an eyebrow when Cho slipped a photo of him onto his lap. The photo was taken in the World Cup Semi-Final when England played against Ireland. Looking up, he was met by her puppy dog look and an offered pen. With a sigh, he signed it and returned it to the girl who looked as if she had inherited a candy store. All the other girls near Cho gave her a jealous look.

"It's always amusing to see them like that." The Asian girl said with a grin to Harry who just shook his head. "How is Fleur?"

Fleur had told Harry that she and Cho had become something like pen pals. "She's good." Harry said. Their conversation was cut off abruptly as the sorting started.

Feeling bored, Harry's mind simply flew away as the applause was drowned out. Then finally, the sorting ended and Harry felt Cho poke his side. With a shrug, he joined the brief applause as McGonagall picked up the Sorting Hat and the stool, and carried them away.

"About time," said Roger, seizing his knife and fork. Dumbledore then got to his feet. He was smiling around at the students his arms opened wide in welcome.

"I have only two words to say to you," he told them, his deep voice echoing around the Hall. "Tuck in."

The sound of utensils could be heard as empty dishes were filled before their eyes.

Fleur simply glared at the woman before her with her long dark hair, tanned complexion, perfect nose, pink colored lips and calculating icy blue grey eyes.

"I always get what I want, Delacour…in the end."

"Zen you are even more deluded zen the papers say you are. 'Arry is wiz me not you, zat is the truth." Fleur replied, slipping into her ice queen mask. Marie was watching nervously behind her friend, she knew her Fleur was tempted to burn the bitch before her into a crisp.

"Perhaps, but men are such fickle beings, you of all people should know this." Ashley Taylor retorted, running a manicured hand through her dark brown locks.

"Zen you don't zeem to know 'Arry very well at all…" Fleur said with a sympathetic smile and inwardly smirked as she saw the slightest sign of a scowl on her opponent's face.

"No I suppose I don't, but I'm sure I will soon…" With that, the model turned around and walked off. Fleur eyes narrowed as her palms began to flare up.

"She's just a pathetic delusional girl…she's not worth your time Fleur." Marie said, placing a hand on Fleur's shoulder. The quarter Veela sighed, flashed a smile of thanks at her friend and turned her attention to her left ring finger where a silver ring with two small rubies with a diamond in between them shone brightly. Harry had presented it and slipped it on her finger just before she left his house, shortly after they had their breakfast together.

He had said it was a promise ring, that he wanted no one else but her. She'd immediately accepted with great joy in her heart.

"Harry…I hope you can hear me…I miss you so much."

When the puddings, too, had been demolished, and the last crumbs had faded off the plates, leaving them sparkling clean, Albus Dumbledore got to his feet again. The buzz of chatter filling the Hall ceased almost at once, so that only the howling wind and pounding rain could be heard. Harry laughed at Cho's shocked expression when Dumbledore announced that there would be no Quidditch this year.

"This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teacher's time and energy – but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts-"

But at that moment, there was a deafening rumble of thunder, and the doors of the Great Hall banged open. A man stood in the doorway, leaning upon a long staff, shrouded in a black traveling cloak. Every head in the Great Hall swiveled towards the stranger, suddenly brightly illuminated by a fork of lightning that flashed across the ceiling. He lowered his hood, shook out a long mane of grizzled, dark grey hair, then began to walk up towards the teacher's table. A dull clunk echoed through the Hall on his every other step. Harry found himself, like all other students, staring at the man's face.

Mad-Eye Moody seemed to have aged since their last meeting but still had the scars from each of the prisoners he had brought in. Moody shook Dumbledore's hand with his scarred hand, muttering words Harry couldn't hear. Dumbledore then nodded and gestured the man to the empty seat on his right hand side. Harry couldn't help but smile as Moody sniffed the plate of sausages in front of him before spearing them with a small knife out of his pocket and began to eat. His blue eye was still darting restlessly around in its socket, taking in the Hall and the students.

"May I introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," said Dumbledore brightly, into the silence and awed faces. "Professor Moody."

Harry nearly broke into laughter, Moody had always told him during their practice sessions that he couldn't stand being a teacher to little brats. No one save Dumbledore and Hagrid clapped but Moody didn't really seem to care as he took a long draught from his hip flask which he took out from his traveling cloak. Dumbledore cleared his throat again.

"As I was saying," he said, smiling at the seat of students before him, who were all still staring at their new Defence teacher, "We are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming moths, an event which has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

"You're JOKING!" said Fred Weasley loudly.

The tension that had filled the Hall ever since Moody's arrival suddenly broke. Nearly everyone laughed, and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively. Harry didn't listen to the Headmaster's explanation of the history behind the tournament as he already knew what it was, he did smirk however, when he briefly caught the noises of outrage from the general student population at the age limit.

"The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October, and remaining with us for the greater part of this year. I know that you will all extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop Chop!" Dumbledore sat down again and turned to talk to Mad-Eye Moody.

People were still grumbling immensely as they were dismissed. There was a familiar great scraping and banging as all the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs got to their feet and swarmed towards the double doors into the Entrance Hall. Then slowly, the Ravenclaws and Slytherins followed suit with grace. Harry was about to leave when he felt someone tapping his shoulder, he turned around and saw Hogwarts' Ice Princess, or Ice Bitch, from his younger classmates, Daphne Greengrass and her close friend Tracy Davis standing behind him.

"May I help you ladies?" He asked politely, he could tell both girls were a bit surprised that he was so blunt. Both of them held out photographs and ink pens with blushes on their cheeks. With a raised eyebrow, he signed them both before handing them back, without giving them a chance to say another word, Harry dug his hands into his pockets and walked out of the Great Hall.

It was oddly lonely as Harry walked up the stairs alone, finally he reached the entrance of the Ravenclaw Common Room where a riddle was waiting for him.

"Only one color, but not one size, Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain, doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What is it?" The bronze knocker asked him.

"A shadow." With that the knocker swung open, meeting him was a wide, circular room with a midnight blue carpet, arched windows hung with soft blue and bronze silks, and a domed ceiling painted with twinkling stars. The room was further furnished with tables, chairs and bookcases and by the door leading up to the dormitories stands a tall statue of Rowena Ravenclaw made of white marble.

Ignoring all the excited conversations around him and taking the opportunity before he could be forced to sign more autographs, Harry went up the spiral staircase on the right of Ravenclaw's statue and entered the Boy's dormitory.

"Took you long enough." Rina snorted on her perch next to his bed as she trilled softly with content as Harry stroked her rich red feathers.

"I'm sorry girl…I've been-"

"Busy, yeah, so I've noticed. Is your head well master?" Rina asked with concern.

"I'm fine, I've got my headache medication," Harry said as he changed into his nightclothes, "And besides, it doesn't happen very often." He finished as he got into bed, it was comfortable and warm as usual. The storm was still raging outside.

"Sleep well, hatchling." Rina sent a final thought to Harry as she started to sing a soft soothing song. Harry couldn't help but wish that Fleur could be here with him as he tried to sleep. He'd missed everything about her, her heart-warming smile, her fervent touches, and her passionate kisses. Still he took comfort knowing that with luck, she would be here soon. Until then, he'd have to hold the line against his loneliness.

R&R please, so I can further improve. Should I include lemon scenes later on? I will be reading the reviews so vote. Much appreciated.