A month has passed since Harry met Mad Eye Moody, his appointed 'supervisor'. To Dumbledore's chagrin, Mad Eye Moody's presence didn't seem to deter Harry during the past month. Madame Pomfrey has actually went to Dumbledore to complain about the amount of heavily injured wizards and witches that come into her ward, but it seemed everyone in Hogwarts have learnt to be on their best behavior or else they would be punished for their crimes. To many students in Hogwarts, Harry was considered even more of a hero to the point that he earned the title, Savior of the Weak, while others - mainly the bullies - viewed Harry as a threat. These people have tried to teach Harry a lesson, but they ended up, getting schooled each and every time. When Dumbledore confronted Mad Eye Moody about this, he only got a smile of approval from Mad Eye Moody. Now, the day has come. Currently, our hero was sleeping during another History of Magic class. Despite her attempts to get to know her son, Lily Potter failed to do so. Harry peacefully slept, dreaming about his greatest desires, before being poked awake by someone. He flipped around to see a blond haired girl, glaring at him.
"What?" Harry drawled, sleepily.
"Class is over," the girl, who possessed a very dignified tone, told Harry before she stood up, gathering her books. Harry nodded his head, sitting up while rubbing his eyes. He lazily grabbed his books before moving to walk out of the classroom. Despite his lazy expression, Harry noticed his mother open her mouth to call out, but she quickly closed it. Harry smirked inwardly before walking out of the class. Harry then looked at the books in his hands before chucking it onto the floor.
"(You really should stop doing that)," Tom pointed out.
"(Don't worry)," Harry replied, waving his hand. "(If I need to, I will just accio the books)."
"(Magic has made you lazy)," Tom hissed in response with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"(Shut up, I've always been this way and you know it)," Harry responded, slightly agitated by Tom's disapproving tone.
"(I just can't wait until Fleur gets here. She will straighten you out)," Tom replied. Harry stopped walking before he looked at his arm angrily.
"(Have some pity for me, will you?)" Harry responded. "(You will suffer too.)"
"(No, I won't. Helga and I plan to make a run for it)," Tom replied. Harry could imagine the smirk on Tom's reptilian face when he heard this.
"Traitor," Harry muttered to himself before he heard a familiar clunking. He turned around to see Mad Eye Moody limping over to him.
"What's up, Moody?" Harry greeted.
"A good evening to you, brat," Mad Eye Moody greeted back. "Hurry up, we have a stupid ceremony to get to."
"Oh, you mean the TriWizard Tournament," Harry responded, instantly losing his care-free aura with a depressive one.
"What's wrong with you today?" Mad Eye Moody inquired. "For the entire day, you've been switching moods like a woman shopping."
"Firstly, that's sexist. Second, woman don't change moods when they shop," Harry replied in a dull voice.
"You know what I mean," Mad Eye Moody waved off Harry's reply. "Tell this old man your problem."
"Don't wanna," Harry said, walking away. Mad Eye Moody looked at harry for a moment before shaking his head. He started limping after the boy. Soon, the two of them entered the grand hall to see it packed with students, chattering excitedly about the upcoming tournament. Harry plopped himself next to Neville and Hermione while Mad Eye Moody walked over to Dumbledore to give his daily report of Harry, which was practically useless to Dumbledore, but Mad Eye Mood enjoyed trolling the old wizard. Harry slammed his head onto table, making everyone except for Neville and Hermione look at him in surprise. The duo just continued to eat their dinner while Harry just lay motionless on the table. This continued for a minute before Harry slammed his heads onto the table.
"What's wrong with you people?!" Harry exclaimed, pushing himself before glaring at the direction Neville and Hermione were in. "Shouldn't you feel concerned that I slammed my head onto the table?" Hermione just looked at Harry with a bored look while Neville just rubbed the back of his head.
"Sorry, Harry, but we just don't feel sorry for you," Neville confessed. Harry looked at Neville, shocked at this news.
"W-W-Why?" Harry stuttered, the shock evident in his voice.
"Harry, for the past month, you've done nothing, but complain about the upcoming TriWizard Tournament. Eventually, Neville and I just stopped caring," Hermione told Harry bluntly before going back to eating her dinner.
"You guys are mean," Harry mumbled, face-planting onto the table again.
"Just eat your dinner," Hermione told Harry.
"Don't need to," Harry replied. "I had an energy bar before class, so I will be fine."
"Harry, you should actually eat something. During your time here, I haven't seen you eat anything except cereal, energy bars, and occasional vegetables," Neville stated.
"Don't worry about me," Harry reassured Neville, waving his hand. "I need to be on my game all the time. If I have a heavy meal, I won't be able to fight if I need to." Hermione and Neville shook their heads while they continued to eat their dinner. Harry stayed like this during the course of the meal. Eventually, everyone finished their meals. Hermione poked Harry, making the latter sit up straight to see Dumbledore stand up. The old wizard waved his hands, making all of the dishes disappear.
"Now that, all of you are sated. I would like to say a few words before our esteemed guests arrive," Dumbledore said. "As you know Hogwarts is hosting the first TriWizard tournament in over a century. This will be the first time all of you would interact with students from another school during your time here. I would like to lay out some ground rules. First, keep your manners. You are to respect the other students and give them a good impression of Hogwarts. I don't want any 'incidents' for the rest of the year. If there are any incidents, both of the parties' houses will be deducted house points." Everyone started murmuring to each other when they heard this.
"That's fine for me," Harry thought to himself. "I'm not connected to any house, so he can't do anything to me."
"Second, please treat our guests with the upmost respect," Dumbledore stated. "I don't want any complaints from the other Headmasters about the treatment of their students during their time here." Harry raised an eyebrow before looking around to see everyone nod their heads.
"Are they really that stupid?" Harry wondered to himself. "That old geezer just said the same thing twice, but worded it differently. Although, it's kinda ironic that he himself doesn't trust the school."
"Lastly, enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime experience," Dumbledore smiled before a huge splash echoed throughout the hall. "Oh, look one of our guests have arrived." Immediately, everyone including Neville and Hermione rushed to the windows to see a gigantic ship floating on top of a nearby lake. Only Harry was disinterested, glaring at a smiling Dumbledore. Dumbledore looked back at Harry. The two stared each other down before Dumbledore looked back at the mass of students.
"Please settle down, Dumbledore spoke. "Let us welcome our guests with self-control and respect." Reluctantly, everyone sat back down at their respective places, waiting for the other guests to walk in.
"What do you think about these students?" Harry heard Neville ask Hermione.
"Guessing from what they're wearing, they must be Durmstrang students," Hermione answered Neville. "Did you know that they are one of the only magic schools in Europe to place an emphasis on the Dark Arts?" Neville looked at Hermione surprised while Harry just scratched the back of his neck.
"I didn't know that," Neville responded, surprised evident in his voice.
"I wouldn't be surprised if You-Know-Who actually had a tutor from that school," Hermione stated with a look of disdain on her face.
"But isn't their connection to the Dark Arts just a rumor?" Neville pointed out.
"Rumors are always based on some truth," Hermione replied. Harry just shook his head before hearing the doors to the Grand Hall open. A mass of students wearing blood-red robes with a red cape - matted with wooly fur - draped over their left shoulder. Harry lazily watched Durmstrang's introductory performance. He just scratched his head as the Durmstarnag's finally finished their performance. Everyone including Harry clapped in response while Dumbledore stood up with a huge smile on his face.
"I welcome our fellow wizards to Hogwarts. I hope you enjoy your stay here," Dumbledore said. A man with a long beard dressed in black furry clothing walked up to Dumbledore. The two shook hands before the man turned around.
"I am Igor Karkaroff, headmaster of Durmstrang Institute. I thank you all for hosting us during the TriWizard Tournament," the man said before he walked over to an empty seat next to Dumbledore and sat down. Harry watched as all of the Durmstrang students sat down at the Slytherin table. Then, Harry heard rumbling outside.
"THEY'RE HERE," one student exclaimed, making every student - including Durmstrang - run to the windows while Harry just stayed seated.
"Look at all those fancy carriages," Harry heard a student shout out, excited.
"All students please be seated, so we may greet our guests properly," Dumbledore ordered, still standing. Instantly, all of the students sat back down. Silence settled across the entire hall as the students eagerly waited for the performance they knew was to come. Then, the doors burst opened to reveal a group of students donned in a light blue suit jacket with black outlines and white undershirt accompanied by a skirt or long pants (depending on the gender) that had a similar color scheme to the jacket and black shoes. The female students had the added features of white, knee-high socks and a light blue bowler hat. The male students had a light blue tie to fit in with their light blue uniform. However, the male population were stunned at the unnatural beauty of some of the female students as they started their performance. Some of them even started drooling as they watched the performance while the female population just looked at their male counterparts in disgust.
"What is this feeling?" Neville said in a dreamy tone as he watched one girl as she danced with her fellow classmates.
"She's a veela," Harry answered before Hermione, his voice strained. "They naturally a magical pheromone that attracts the gender of their sexuality to them."
"Oh," Neville lamely responded, not really paying attention while Hermione just looked at Harry.
"How do you know that?" Hermione asked, inspecting Harry. She could tell that Harry was having a hard time focusing his attention on her.
"I had a few run-ins with veelas in the past," Harry answered, his voice still strained. "I've developed a minor resistance to them, but like any male, I'm still affected as you can see."
"Where did you meet them?" Hermione asked him, feeling some pity for Harry, but not a lot.
"In France," Harry answered before he moved his head to gaze at a veela. A scowl appeared on Hermione's face as Harry looked for a moment. She was surprised when Harry jerked his head away, looking back at her. She could see movement in Harry's mouth and pain in his clear, blue eyes.
"Are you ok?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah," Harry answered, rubbing his eyes. "It's just really hard to ignore all the veelas in the room." Hermione nodded her head before looking back to watch the performance. Harry looked away to try and control his urges. Soon, their performance ended. Dumbledore still stood standing, seemingly unaffected by the veela charm in the hall.
"I would like to thank Beauxbaton for their wonderful performance," Dumbledore stated, still smiling with a twinkle in his eyes.
"To be standing there unaffected, he's either very strong-willed or just gay," Harry chuckled to himself before wincing in pain from the major headache for resisting the veela charm. Then, he felt a huge thumping. He struggled to turn his head to see a very tall woman in a large black-wooly coat with a dark red sweater, a long black skirt, which reached her ankles, brown boots, and a simple, silver-chained sapphire necklace underneath. She walked over to Dumbledore with a proud smile on his face.
"Thank you, Albus, for your warm reception," the woman said in a loud, booming voice. She shook his head before turning around to face the students.
"I am Olympe Maxime, 'eadmisstress of Beauxbaton. I t'ank 'ogwarts for their warm welcome. We 'ope to enjoy our time with all of you," the woman known as Olympe Maxime bowed slightly before she made her way to the other empty seat next to Dumbledore. As she walked, the students applauded her as the Beauxbaton students made their way to the Hufflepuff table. All the boys still dreamily watched the veelas as they sat down at the Hufflepuff table. Every male, who didn't sit at the Hufflepuff table, glared jealously at the boys, who had blissful expressions on their faces. Harry just ignored them, keeping his focus on the still-standing Dumbledore.
"In a few moments, I will reveal more about the Triwizard tournament, but I wish for our guests to recover from their long travel with some of our finest dessert," Dumbledore told the whole hall before clapping his hands. Instantly, plates of dessert appeared in front of everyone.
"Enjoy," Dumbledore finished before he sat down. Unfortunately, all the males were still gazing at the veelas, who were seated at the Hufflepuff table: protected by their peers from anyone too touchy. Hermione looked at both a delirious Neville and a pained Harry. First thing she did was slap Neville's head.
"OW," Neville exclaimed, whipping his head to glare at Hermione. "What was that for?!"
"Quit staring and eat your dessert," she scolded him with a stern gaze. Neville meekly nodded his head before eating his dessert, which was just a simple bowl of strawberry jelly. Hermione then turned her head to look at Harry, but noticed someone standing behind him. Harry, who was oblivious to the person, was still trying to control his urges when he felt a tap on his right shoulder. Turning his head, he was faced by what one would call one of the mot beautiful girls in the world and veelas from Beauxbaton smiling at him. She was tall, but never seemed to tower over you. She had silky, blond hair that was just past her shoulders. He had pale skin, but it didn't make her look sickly. Her eyes were light blue like the sky. If you gazed into them, you would think that you were lying in the middle of a grassy field just looking at the sky. She had beautiful facial features and her clothing really brought her natural bodily curves. Normally, anyone would be happy to be greeted by this sight, but Hermione could see a look of horror, fear, and dread on his face.
"Hello, Harry," the girl said in a beautiful, sultry tone that even Hermione couldn't help, but feel attracted to. Harry just kept on opening and closing his mouth - trying to say something, but failing - as the girl continued to smile at him while the others started to notice this interaction.
"F-F-F-Fleur," Harry stuttered, his voice cracking a bit. The girl known as Fleur kept on smiling as she grabbed Harry's collar and lifted him up.
"HELP," Harry screamed in his head as Fleur lifted him up. Then, the most extraordinary thing happened. Everyone just watched the scene in shock, jealously, and surprise.
Fleur was kissing Harry.
It wasn't a simple kiss, but a deep and passionate one. Fleur's soft, juicy lips pressed against Harry's rough and slightly dry lips. Harry could feel Fleur's tongue pressing against his lips, begging for entrance. He was still stunned a bit by this kiss, but slightly opened his mouth to allow her tongue entrance. He could feel her press harder, intensifying the kiss. Then, they parted. Fleur was breathing heavily while Harry just looked at her stunned. His eyes moved left and right to see everyone's shocked expressions. Of course, all of the males were glaring at him angrily in envy, but their jaws were still hanging wide open. Harry inwardly smirked at Charles' hanging mouth and jealous gaze. He then looked back at Fleur only to be slapped hard right across his cheek. The slap resounded loudly in the quiet hall.
"How dare you?" Fleur exclaimed, glaring at Harry with the gaze he expected.
"I see your English has dramatically improved," Harry tried to joke, only to get slapped again even harder. The first slap wasn't hard enough to make him move his head, but the second was. When he turned his head back, he could see tears threatening the corners of Fleur's eyes as she glared at him.
"For two years, you let us think that you were dead," Fleur shouted at Harry, her voice not even hiding the mixture of sadness and relief it held. "For two years, we thought you died trying to protect us." Harry just looked at her with a solemn expression on his face, just watching helplessly as the tears fell down from Fleur's face.
"For two years," Fleur sobbed, still glaring at Harry. Harry just stood there, unsure what to do. He turned his head to look at Hermione for advice, but she just looked at him with a confused expression on her face. He looked back at the sobbing Fleur before gently moving his hand and rubbing the tears off her face.
"I don't know what to say Fleur," Harry said in an abnormally soft voice, still rubbing the tears off her face. "It was my fault to begin with. If you guys hadn't sheltered me, your family would have never gotten in danger in the first place. I'm sorry if my supposed death caused you and your family a lot of grief, but I have many enemies and you know as well as I do that you have no way of fighting them." Fleur took in a deep breath before looking at Harry.
"It still doesn't justify the fact that you let me and my family think you were dead for two years," Fleur stated, poking his chest.
"It's actually my family and I and your father has known for quite a while," Harry responded, still keeping his soft tone, but it had a humorous undertone to it.
"WHAT?!" Fleur exclaimed in surprise before she shook her head. "I will have to speak to him when I return home, but you and I have a lot of catching up to do." Fleur then grabbed Harry's wrist.
"What do you me~AHHHH!" Harry was about to respond before getting dragged off by Fleur out of the room. Everyone just watched as the two walked out of the hall, disappearing completely. Silence returned to the hall. Not even Dumbledore could break the silence, his jaw was still wide open.
I won't write down what Harry and Fleur talk about as it will spoil the plot of the story, but I will answer one question you all must be thinking.
Why did Fleur kiss Harry?
"Why did you kiss me, Fleur?"
"You seemed to be uncomfortable ever since we entered the hall. Mother taught me that a kiss is one of the most efficient ways to cure the veela charm. Didn't you notice any difference after I kissed you?"
"..."
"I shall take that as a yes."
"Oh, that's good."
"Good?"
"I thought that you must have feelings for me or something like that. As attractive as you are, I really don't want our relationship to go any further with all the dilemma I'm facing. I was afraid that I had to reject you or something like that after that kiss. It's good to know that the kiss was a just a cure to the veela charm. Thanks, Fleur."
"..."
"Fleur?"
*SLAP*
For all those Fleur/Happy shippers reading this story, here's how close their relationship is. I'm not sure if I will make it official or not, but there's definitely a chance. Whether it will come to fruition will depend on the story. Reviews are welcome, so I can better the story as it progresses. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I'm sorry for the slightly late chapter. :)