Here is a new chapter of Harry Potter and the False Children. I am currently looking for a beta as I progress further into this story. PM me if you are interested. Reviews are welcome. Hope you enjoy the chapter :)
Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.
It has been a week since the selection of the Triwizard Champions. Currently, Harry was lazily laundering through the dimly lit hallways of Hogwarts. Hands in pockets, Harry whistled a random tune.
"(What tune are you whistling?)" Tom asked.
"(Don't know. It just popped into my head)," Harry answered, hands still in his pocket.
"(It sounds familiar)," Tom responded.
"(Probably)," Harry agreed before feeling someone bump into him. "OI, watch it." He glared at four seventh years, who looked at him with scorn. This greatly agitated Harry.
"What's your problem?" Harry glared, his face contorted into a scowl. Some of the seventh years just sneered at Harry while the others had haughty expressions on their faces.
"There's no problem," one of the seventh years spoke to Harry in a arrogant tone. "Except for you, you nuisance." Harry clenched his teeth in response, looking at the seventh year. The seventh year was tall with a very muscular figure. One could tell that he worked out a lot.
"So, you got a problem with me," Harry retorted in a teasing tone. "That means you do have a problem, you imbecile. Obviously you're so stupid that you don't know how to count to one." Harry inwardly smirked as the seventh year's face turned red with rage.
"You punk, you can't talk to my friend like that," another one of the seventh years shouted at Harry.
"Then, make me," Harry dared, cracking his knuckles. The seventh years starting walking towards Harry menacingly with their fists raised. Knowing better, Harry made the first move. He dashed over next to the closest seventh year and socked him right in the face.
"ARGH," the victim exclaimed in pain, shocking his fellow peers. Using their moment of shock, Harry then grabbed the face of another seventh year and kneed him right in the groin. Harry smirked as he heard an even louder scream of pain.
"YOU BASTARD," the remaining two uninjured seventh years yelled at Harry before whipping their wands.
"Nope," Harry thought before whipping out both of his wands. "Expelliarmus." Before the two could do anything, red spells hit them, sending their wands flying towards Harry. Harry just let them fall onto the ground.
"Stupefy," Harry fired out of his left wand, hitting the left seventh year.
"Reducto," Harry aimed his wand at the ground of the other, sending him flying. Harry quickly sheathed his wands before swinging his entire body to see the first injured seventh year, running towards him. Harry smirked at this, clotheslining him right into the ground.
"Go to sleep," Harry said before grabbing his opponent's head and slamming it right into the ground. Ensuring that everyone was knocked out, Harry wiped his hand before putting them back into his robe pockets.
"(Got attacked again?)" Tom asked.
"(Yeah)," Harry answered, spitting at the ground before walking away. "(Mad-Eye Moody is going to nag me again. However, this is starting to get really annoying.)"
"(Harry. You're sick of fighting?!)" Tom exclaimed in mock surprise. "(Never have I ever heard you say that?)"
"(Shut up, you damned snake)," Harry grumbled. "(If only my name wasn't called out for that stupid competition, I wouldn't have to deal with this crap.)"
"(Yeah)," Tom agreed as Harry continued to walk. He trekked through the halls of Hogwarts. He noticed the evil eyes the other students were giving him as he walked. Every time Harry would look at them, they would instantly avert their gazes.
"What a bunch of wimps," Harry muttered. He then turned the corner, entering the library. He saw a witch standing at the counter. She wore a strange-looking, black hat and feathery black robes. She looked at him for a moment before looking away, surveying the library. Harry continued walking, looking into each aisle before finding what he was looking for. Sitting at a table, there was Eileen, scanning over a textbook. A small stack of paper was next to her with a bottle of ink on top. Her fingers twirled a feather, tapping it on the pages of the textbook once in a while.
"Hey, Eileen," Harry called out. He inwardly grimaced as he saw Eileen whip her head around with fear on her face. A flash of anger entered Harry's body, but he ignored it as he saw Eileen smile at him.
"Hi, Harry," Eileen greeted. "Thanks for coming here to help me with my homework."
"I don't know why you asked me to help you, but I might as well since I got nothing better to do," Harry replied, sitting down on a chair next to Eileen. "What's the homework?"
"Mom wants our class to conduct a response to the first chapter of this book," Eileen told Harry, sliding the book over to him. "I don't really understand what it's trying to tell us." Harry looked at the book and started reading the first few lines.
"During the course of magical history, many have disputed whether or not wizards should stay in hiding. In the magical community, it is divided. One side wishes to stay in hiding to preserve the fragile co-existence we have with Muggles while the other side believes wizards should dominate the world," Harry read the first paragraph in his head before raising an eyebrow. He then looked back at a waiting Eileen.
"First, tell me. What do you understand from this chapter?" Harry asked, placing a hand onto the book.
"Ummm," Eileen responded, making a thinking expression on her face. "I know that the chapter is trying to tell us there is a reason why we hide ourselves, but I don't understand why."
"Hmmm," Harry thought for a moment, placing a finger on his chin. "It has to do with who will win in a war."
"A war between who?" Eileen responded, slightly confused.
"A war between non-magical and magical," Harry answered, looking right at Eileen.
"What does war have to do with keeping our existence a secret?" Eileen questioned.
"Have you heard about the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy?" Harry asked Eileen.
"I heard Dad talk about it once a while after he comes home from work," Eileen answered. "What is it?"
"In simple concept, it forces wizards and witches to hide their magic," Harry told Eileen. "To protect us."
"To protect us from what?" Eileen inquired, slightly intrigued.
"Non-magics," Harry answered with a serious tone.
"What does Mug~" Eileen was about to respond, but shut her mouth by a sharp glare from Harry.
"Never call non-magics muggles, do you understand me?" Harry reprimanded in a serious voice. "They may not know magic like us, but we are the ones who should fear them."
"Why?" Eileen inquired, very confused.
"If it came down to it, non-magics could eradicate all of us if they knew about our existence," Harry answered, leaning forward.
"H-H-How?" Eileen questioned, shocked.
"One word," Harry said, holding up one finger. "Hiroshima."
"Hiroshima?" Eileen responded, still confused.
"Ask your mom about it," Harry told Eileen, leaning back into his chair. "If she doesn't know about it, come back to me."
"Ok?" Eileen responded. "But I don't understand how it has anything to do with keeping ourselves a secret from Mu~stare from Harry~ non-magics."
"You will understand as you grow older," Harry stated. "Just know that we keep ourselves a secret to protect us from the threat of non-magics."
"Don't believe a single thing this gormless says, Eileen," Harry and Eileen heard a voice. They turned their heads to see Charles with an even larger entourage behind him.
"Gormless?" Harry responded, slightly amused.
"Yeah, gormless," Charles sneered, walking up to Harry. "I think it sums you up perfectly."
"I won't deny most of the things I do could be deemed stupid," Harry replied before glaring at Charles. "However, I will accept it from someone lower than me." Instantly, Charles' flushed red in anger.
"At least, our parents love me," Charles spoke, earning a gasp from Eileen and a deadpan look from Harry.
"So," Harry replied, just looking at Charles. "Having a parents' love means nill to me. If you want to insult me, at least, come up with a good one, you git." Charles' face turned several shades darker as his temper was starting to boil over. Then, he smirked, making Harry look at him wearily.
"You know what I heard," Charles said. "I heard you're friends with that half-veela girl." Harry's expression turned grim while Charles' smirk grew bigger.
"She's pretty hot," Charles continued, looking back at his entourage. "Am I right, guys?" His entourage nodded their heads in agreement.
"You know I wouldn't making a move on her," Charles started to sneer while Harry clenched his mouth in anger.
"Charles, stop it," Eileen said, noticing Harry's tense demeanor.
"Why should I?" Charles replied, looking right at Harry. "I'm merely saying the truth. She has a very nice body. I'm sure she will love to be my girlfriend since I am the Chosen One." Harry started to clench his fists in anger as his glare at Charles hardened.
"You know I might introduce her to one of my year seven friends and fu~"
*SMASH*
"CHARLES," Eileen screamed, standing up in shock as she saw Harry's foot pressing down on a lying Charles' neck with broken table debris around him. Charles was smirking while Harry was looking down at him. His black bangs covered his eyes.
"Never talk about her like that again," Harry said in a dangerous tone, pressing harder on Charles' throat.
"You saw him, boys," Charles managed to speak. "Get him." Harry tilted his head to see multiple people emerge out of the library aisles with their wands drawn. Harry then leaned over to see the librarian gone and the library doors closed.
"You bastard," Harry growled. "You used Eileen as bait."
"Why would I do such a thing?" Charles responded. "I love my sister un like you, you tosser."
"Charles?" Eileen spoke in a scared voice as she saw all of the students. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," Charles replied, still looking up at Harry. "Ron, take her away."
"You got it," a red-haired and freckled boy obeyed, grabbing Eileen. "Let's go, Eileen."
"No!" Eileen tried to struggle, but she was still dragged away by the boy.
"I would advise you to run away," Charles told Harry. Harry looked around for a moment, grimacing.
"I don't think I will," Harry said, looking back at Charles.
"Then, you're dumber than I thought," Charles continued to sneer. "GET HIM." Immediately, a flurry of red, blue, and white spells lit up the library. After the spells dissipated, Harry was nowhere to be found while Charles was lying on the floor unconscious.
"Where is he?" one of the boys shouted, looking around. Soon, everyone was searching the library, trying to find Harry.
"Looking for me?" everyone heard a voice. They whipped around to see Harry - both wands in hands and his bangs still covering his eyes - sitting on a book shelf.
"There his is," someone shouted before another flurry of spells went flying at Harry.
"Protego Maxima," Harry responded, flicking his left wand. An invisible shield formed in front of Harry, making all of the spells rebound. A smirk appeared on Harry's face as he watched some of the rebounded spells hit. Shouts of names filled the library before anger could be seen in the glares directed at Harry.
"Nice try, but that's not enough to take me on," Harry said before dropping onto the floor. He stood there as the remaining students started to gather around him.
"Do you really think you can take of all of us on?" one of the teenagers sneered. "We're not like the lame Slytherins."
"No, you're not," Harry agreed. "You're more pathetic than them."
"Damn you," the teenager snapped before aiming his wand at Harry. "STUPEFY." Immediately, Harry vanished in a puff of smoke before appearing right behind the teenager. Without a moment's hesitation, Harry sent the teenager flying. Surprisingly, the remaining wizards weren't perturbed by this action and immediately started firing spells at Harry. Harry dodged the spells before firing off his spells. He smirked as some of spells hit. It was a repeated process. Harry would dodge through the spells and fire off his own, taking out some of the mob, but they had numbers while Harry was by myself. The library was now a demolition zone. Tables and book shelves were broken or blown apart while the few remaining were just awaiting their fate. Harry was breathing heavily as he leaned against an upturned table.
"/ Are you ok? /" a now awake Helga asked.
"/ Yeah /" Harry answered, taking in a deep breath. "/ There was just more than I expected. /"
"/ Someone's trying to sneak up /" Helga warned Harry. Harry nodded his head before leaping over the table. he saw someone against the table, looking at him in surprise. Harry grabbed the person's head and kneed it straight into the table. He felt satisfied as he heard the sound of wood cracking. He let the person's unconscious body drop to the floor. He then felt two magical signatures behind him. He sidestepped to the side, just dodging two red spells. He then whipped around, aiming his wands.
"Reducto," Harry said before he heard explosions. He made sure he was alone before he stood up.
"/ Am I good? /" Harry asked.
"/ Yes /" Helga answered. Harry breathed a sigh of relief before sheathing his wand. Harry then started walking through the library. Suddenly, someone tackled him into the ground.
"Hnn," Harry groaned in pain as he saw a bloodied teenager wrapping his hands around Harry's throat.
"You bastard, you broke my wand," the teenger growled, trying to squeeze the life out of Harry.
"Tha~t's yo~ur fault," Harry wheezed out before punching the boy right in the face. The teenager's head whipped back, loosening his grip on Harry's neck. Harry then grabbed the wrists before wrenching them off. He then reversed their positions. using nothing, but his fists, Harry started punching the teenager. The teenager was surprisingly strong and put up a struggle. Harry nearly lost control of the battle, but he stayed on top through continuous punches to the face. He then felt someone pick him up. He was whipped around and punched right in the face.
"Argh," Harry cried out in pain before clenching his teeth and smacking the attacker right in the face. He then heard a crack behind him. He whipped around and side-kicked the person.
"AHHH," Harry heard a girl scream. His eyes widened as he saw Eileen collapse onto the ground, clutching her stomach.
"Eileen?!" Harry shouted in shock. He quickly ran to her side.
"Get away from me," Eileen shouted, still reeling from the pain.
"I'm sorry," Harry started to panic as he saw a droplet of blood on the floor. Then, he heard the doors slam open. He whipped his head up to see Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, Lily, James, Sirius, and Mad-Eye Moody enter the room.
"Mr. Potter, what have you done?" Dumbledore immediately glared at Harry. Harry then did the only thing he could do. He apparated.
Hours later
"We need to find Mr. Potter," Dumbledore stated, sitting at his desk. Sitting in front of him, there was Charles and Lily. James was standing behind his wife while McGonagall and Sirius were standing behind him. Snape was in a part of the office with Eileen, still making sure she was fine. Mad-Eye Moody was far away from the group, just watching.
"Before that, we must discuss the punishment for young Charles here," Dumbledore said, looking at a pouting Charles.
"Why should I get punished?" Charles complained, crossing his arms. "He attacked me first."
"That's after you started it," Eileen called out.
"Be quiet, Eileen," James reprimanded Eileen in a stern voice. Eileen had a look of defiance on her face, but she stayed quiet.
"Your sister is right, Charles," Dumbledore said. "We know you started it."
"But what about all of my friends?" Charles responded, angry. "He broke their wands."
"You could not have possibly thought that you and your friends could take on Harry," Dumbledore looked right at Charles. "If you did, all of their losses are on all of our heads. Mr. Potter was merely protecting himself."
"But he hurt Eileen" Charles shouted, standing up.
"Don't talk like that to Professor Dumbledore," James scolded Charles, earning a distraught look from the boy.
"Why am I to be punished? I did nothing wrong," Charles said, looking around. "I bet Harry did put his name into the goblet. He's lying to all of you and I'm the only one who can see it." The only response Charles got was the disappointed looks from all of the adults except for Mad-Eye Moody.
"Charles, go outside," Lily told Charles. "I don't think you should stay here." Charles looked at his mother incredulously.
"I'm the Chosen One," Charles shouted at her before looking around. "Why doesn't any of you believe me? Harry is tricking all of you. He's the evil one not me."
"Charles Lily Potter, go outside," Lily ordered Charles in a stern voice. "I will not allow you to speak about your brother like that."
"As if you care," Charles responded, making Lily look at him with wide eyes. He then stomped out of the office. A moment of silence passed inside the office.
"He's right, Professor Dumbledore," James spoke. "Harry should be punished as well."
"For protecting himself?" Lily looked at James.
"Yes, Hogwarts cannot allow any sort of behavior like this," James stated.
"As much as I agree with you James, I don't think I will be able to punish young Harry," Dumbledore stated. Everyone looked at Dumbledore in shock.
"Why, Albus?" McGonagall asked.
"Harry has someone powerful behind him," Dumbledore answered.
"Who?" James inquired.
"When I tried to punish Harry for what he did at Slytherin, the Ministry wouldn't let me," Dumbledore told the group, creating confused expressions. "Cornelius blocked all of my efforts. When I asked him about it, all he told me was that Harry was not to be touched."
"Is that why you want Harry to stay in Hogwarts?" Lily glared at Dumbledore. "So, you can find out who his backer is."
"Of course not, Lily," Dumbledore answered. "Harry is an exceptional wizard. He will be a great asset to the Light as well as his backer."
"However, it doesn't change one thing," Sirius spoke. "How are we going to find Harry?"
"I think I might have an idea on how to do that," Mad-Eye Moody stated making everyone look at him.
"What would this idea be?" James asked.
"Albus, talk to the Headmistress of that French school ask her to let me speak to their Champion," Mad-Eye Moody said to Dumbledore, ignoring James.
"What does Ms. Delacour have to with Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore inquired.
"From what I could tell, it seems the Dealcour girl and Potter are friends a couple of years ago," Mad-Eye Moody answered. "She's our only hope in finding Harry." Dumbledore nodded his head in response.
"I will talk to Olympe about it," Dumbledore said. "I will have Ms. Delacour meet you at your office." Mad-Eye Moody nodded his head.
"That will be all," Dumbledore said. "We should all get back to what we were doing beforehand. I will have to speak to the librarian about what happened." Soon, everyone left the room. As Mad-Eye Moody was limping out of the room, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to see Snape glaring at him.
"If you actually did your job, none of this would have happened," Snape glared at Mad-Eye Moody.
"Don't blame for something that should have never happened," Mad-Eye Moody responded in a low tone.
"Next time, do your job properly," Snape stated before walking away from Mad-Eye Moody.
An hour later
Fleur was walking through the halls of Hogwarts. A frown was plastered on her face as she sped towards a wooden door. She then knocked on the door.
"Come in," a gravelly voice responded. Fleur then opened the door to see Mad-Eye Moody standing in front of a fireplace. He turned around to see Fleur.
"So, you're the Delacour girl," Mad-Eye Moody said, limping over to her. "I'm guessing you know what happened." Fleur nodded her head.
"I need to find Harry," Mad-Eye Moody stated. "Do you have any idea where he will be?"
"I have some idea," Fleur answered. "Harry was always one to frequent various spots. I remember him saying how much he loved to watch the stars on top of Big Ben."
"That's all I need," Mad-Eye Moody responded before walking to a shelf cabinet in the small room. He opened it before pulling out a sack. He then limped back to the fireplace. He then noticed Fleur walking towards him.
"What do you think you're doing?" Mad-Eye Moody asked, opening the sack.
"I'm going with you," Fleur stated with a look of determination on her face.
"Young lady, I don't think your Headmistress would like me taking you out of Hogwarts," Mad-Eye Moody responded. "Especially late at night."
"If you want Harry to come back, you will need me," Fleur stated, crossing her arms.
"Is that so?" Mad-Eye Moody replied, looking back at Fleur.
"Yes," Fleur said, nodding her head. "Harry is nothing, but stubborn. However, he will listen to me."
"Why is that?" Mad-Eye Moody inquired.
"I know things about him you don't," Fleur answered. Mad-Eye Moody stayed silent for a moment before nodding his head in acceptance.
"If you can bring him back, that's all I care," Mad-Eye Moody said, pulling out a pinch of powder. He then handed the bag to Fleur.
"We're going to Knockturn Alley. Do you know where that is?" Mad-Eye Moody told Fleur, who nodded her head. "I have a friend there to hand some brooms with concealment runes." Fleur nodded her head as Mad-Eye Moody walked into the fireplace.
"Knockturn Alley," Mad-Eye Moody said before throwing the powder onto the floor. Immediately, green flames enveloped his body. Fleur then opened the bag of powder while the green flames disappeared, revealing an empty fireplace. She then pulled out a pinch of powder. She placed the bag onto a simple side table next to the fireplace. Walking over to the fireplace, she started to visualize where she wanted to go. She threw the powder onto the floor of the fireplace. Instantly, green flames enveloped her body. Fleur could feel her body twist itself as she travelled through a special magical network known as the Floo network. Then, she found herself face to face to Mad-Eye Moody.
"AH!" Fleur shouted in surprise, stepping back. "OW."
"Let's go," Mad-Eye Moody said as Fleur rubbed the back of her head. Fleur followed Mad-Eye Moody towards the door of the building. Leaning next to the door, there was two broomsticks with strange runes engraved into them.
"Grab one and follow me," Mad-Eye Moody told Fleur, grabbing a broom as he left the building. Fleur copied his movements. As she opened the door, she could feel the cold London night sky hit her thin school clothing. She shivered in response, but ignored it as she watched Mad-Eye Moody mount his broom. Fleur followed suit, mounting her broom.
"Make sure to stay close to me," Mad-Eye Moody ordered Fleur before he kicked off. Fleur kicked off as well. Steering their brooms, they flew upwards before flying towards a relatively tall clock tower.
"How do you happen to know where Knockturn Alley was?" Mad-Eye Moody asked Fleur, pretty loudly for Fleur to hear above the wind.
"Harry brought my sister and I here once," was all Fleur said. Mad-Eye Moody nodded his head in response. Soon, the two flew above the roof of the clock tower. Sitting on the cross on top of the clock tower, there was Harry casually wrapping his arms around the tip of the cross, gazing at Mad-Eye Moody and Fleur. He had a forlorn look on his face as he gazed at them.
"Have you come to bring me back?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Fleur answered, flying closer to Harry. "Everyone knows what happened."
"That's nice to know," Harry monotoned before looking at Mad-Eye Moody. "Is Eileen ok?"
"Yeah, she's fine," Mad-Eye Moody answered. "What I don't get is why do you care about her so much?"
"I don't know," Harry truthfully said before looking up at the night sky. "I guess I just feel guilty for never being there for her. I'm sure she must have experienced the same thing I did with Charles as a brother. Not on the same scale, but close enough. It didn't help that she was the first person to try and get to know, knowing full well who I was."
"I'm sure she doesn't blame you, Harry," Fleur stated.
"Maybe, she should," Harry replied, looking at Fleur. "I would."
"Harry," Fleur said in a gentle tone. "You didn't mean to do it."
"It doesn't matter if I meant to do it or not," Harry spoke to Fleur. "I still did it and that's all that matters. Eileen is probably still scarred from what happened to her."
"You know better than anyone what the real world is like, so what are you whining about?" Mad-Eye Moody responded, earning a glare from Harry.
"Look at how I turned out," Harry snapped. "Children shouldn't know the horrors of the world until they are old enough or else it will have disastrous consequences on their psyche."
"You're just soft," Mad-Eye Moody stated.
"So, what if I'm soft?" Harry responded.
"Then, you're weaker than I thought," Mad-Eye Moody answered.
"Whatever," Harry responded before looking back at Fleur. "Hold onto my hand." Fleur just looked at Harry in confusion as she held her hand towards him. He grabbed it. To Mad-Eye Moody's shock, the two disappeared in a puff of smoke. The clatter of wood hitting the roof of the clock tower rang throughout the night sky.
Hogwarts
Harry and Fleur appeared in a puff of smoke. Fleur stumbled a bit before being supported by Harry.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked in a monotonous voice.
"Yeah," Fleur took in a deep breath, standing up straight. "It's just been a while since we've apparated together."
"Yeah," Harry agreed before he started walking away.
"Wait," Fleur stopped Harry by grabbing his hand. Harry looked back at her.
"Are you actually ok?" Fleur asked.
"Yeah," Harry answered, cracking a small smile. "I just need some time to deal with this." Fleur nodded her head.
"You should probably get back," Harry stated. "I don't want you to get in trouble for being late."
"Oh, I think I will be," Fleur responded.
"Ok then," Harry replied "Then, let's go."
"Go where?" Fleur asked.
"To train," Harry answered before walking away. "That fight at the library taught me something. I'm still weak."
"Weak?" Fleur questioned, catching up to Harry.
"Yes," Harry said, looking at his hands. "I still can't protect anything." Fleur just looked at Harry with a sad expression on her face as the two walked silently through the halls of Hogwarts.