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Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling. Reviews are welcome
Several months have passed since the incident in the library. Everyone avoided Harry like the plague during these months. Once in a while, Harry would notice some of the teachers looking at him. Fleur, Neville, and Hermione were the only ones to still interact with him. In a blink of a eye, the day of the First Task arrived. Hidden underneath the covers of a silk blanket, there lay a slumbering Harry. Tom was sleeping underneath Harry's clothing while Helga right above Harry's head, camouflaging with his messy hair. It was a sight to see such a peaceful expression on Harry's face. Suddenly, someone whipped the blanket off him.
"Cold!" Harry yelled, sitting up. Tom and Helga jumped up awake, startled. They didn't make a sound as Harry glared at Hermione, who was standing at the foot of his bed with the blanket in her hands.
"What was that for?" Harry drawled, rubbing his eyes as Hermione dropped the blanker onto the floor.
"You're late," Hermione stated in a stern voice.
"Late for what?" Harry responded, slightly confused.
"For the interview and wand weighing," Hermione answered, annoyed by Harry's behavior.
"Wasn't that on the day of the first task?" Harry yawned, stretching his body.
"Today is the day," Hermione reprimanded Harry, tapping her foot in annoyance.
"Oh," Harry responded, rolling his head.
"Oh?" Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Did you forget that you are LATE?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Harry said. "I will be out soon."
"Good," Hermione responded, nodding her head before she started to walk to the portrait. "I will be waiting outside." Harry nodded his head in response. Harry heard the portrait swing open as he shifted off the bed.
"/ What a wake-up call /" Helga stated, jumping onto Harry's shoulder before climbing onto his head.
"/ Yeah /" Harry agreed, scratching the back of his neck.
"(You should probably hurry up though)," Tom stated. "(You wouldn't want her to get angrier with you)."
"(I'm going)," Harry yawned as he made his way to the portrait. It swung open to reveal Hermione tapping her foot.
"Let's go," Hermione ordered before walking away.
"Coming, mother," Harry sarcastically said as he followed Hermione, stuffing his hands into his pockets. The two walked in silence through the empty halls.
"Where is everyone?" Harry asked.
"They're too excited for today, so the professors let them have free time before the tournament," Hermione quickly answered. Harry nodded his head in understanding.
"Where are we going?" Harry inquired.
"To the chambers," Hermione answered before looking at Harry. "If you didn't oversleep, you would know."
"I just don't see the point of the interview," Harry shrugged his shoulders.
"This is the first TriWizard tournament in over a century. The people wants to know as much as possible," Hermione scolded. "It doesn't help that there's four contestants instead of the usual three."
"I thought the TriWizard Tournament was banned for a century," Harry responded.
"Does it matter?" Hermione asked.
"No, I just thought that a bookworm like you would like to be as accurate as possible," Harry answered, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"I only want to be accurate in things that are important," Hermione stated. "I believe that the amount of resources put into this tournament could be better spent." Harry just looked at Hermione for a moment before looking forward.
"Too bad, no one follows your thinking," Harry said.
"We're here," Hermione told Harry, standing in front of a door.
"That was quick," Harry commented, surprised.
"I never said it was very far," Hermione replied before knocking on the door. The door then opened to reveal a wizard in a grey robe looking at Hermione and Harry.
"Are you Harry James Potter?" the wizard asked.
"Last time I checked, I was," Harry answered, earning a face-palm from Hermione. The wizard just looked at Harry for a moment before moving to close the door.
"He's Harry Potter," Hermione stopped the wizard. "He's just trying to be smart."
"Ah, I understand. Headmaster Dumbledore has informed my of Mr. Potter's," the wizard responded before giving Harry an unamused look. "Attitude." Harry just grinned in response.
"See ya later, Hermione," Harry said as he walked through the door.
"Don't do anything stupid," Hermione called out.
"Sadly, I can't guarantee anything," Harry muttered to himself as he walked down the stairs. Alone with his thoughts, Harry walked through a tunnel before reaching the end. At the end, there was a singular oak-wood door.
"So, you're Harry Potter," Harry heard a voice speak to him. He whipped around to see a large man with well-cut, blond hair smiling at him. He wore the strangest yellow and black clothing that made him seem like a human bumblebee.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow as the man approached him.
"Ludo Bagman, at your service," the man known as Ludo smiled at Harry, extending his hand out. "One of the organizers of the TriWizard Tournament."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Bagman," Harry smiled back, shaking the former's hand. "Especially since you didn't do a very good job." Ludo lost his smile while Harry continued to smile.
"Yes, about that," Ludo said, moving his hand back to his side. "I wished to offer you my apologies."
"Well, you're the first," Harry replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, I don't really know what happened, but the cup called out four champions instead of the intended three. Currently, the Ministry is investigating what happened," Ludo spoke before placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I just want you to know that if you need any help with the tournament, I will be here." Harry looked at Ludo for a moment.
"What's in it for you?" Harry asked in a cold voice, losing his smile.
"What do you mean?" Ludo responded, taken aback by Harry's tone.
"An organizer of a large-scale tournament like this would not offer their support to a contestant even if the contestant was not meant to participate," Harry stated, brushing off Ludo's hand. "I don't trust you, Mr. Bagman. I will advise you to leave me alone from now on." Harry then opened the door, leaving behind a stunned Ludo Bagman. When Harry opened the door, he found himself inside a dimly-lit room. The other champions were sitting on comfortable chairs with their respective professors standing next to them. Harry noticed the wand-maker from Diagon Alley, a middle-aged man carrying a bowler hat, and a strangely dressed woman with even stranger glasses.
"Mr. Potter, it's so good to see you with us," Dumbledore smiled at Harry while Igor walked up to Harry.
"Why are you late, boy?" Igor demanded to know in his rich Russian accent.
"I over-slept," Harry answered before looking at the midd-aged man and strange woman. "Who are you two?"
"I am Barty Crouch, one of the organizers of the Tournament," the man known as Barty glared at Harry. "I'm here to make sure the tournament goes smoothly with no incidents."
"Oh really," Harry responded before looking at the woman. She quickly walked over to him before extending her hand.
"Rita Skeeter, reporter for the Daily Prophet," the woman known as Rita introduced herself. "It is nice to finally to meet the lost Potter."
"Likewise," Harry said, ignoring Rita's hand. "let's get going."
"Of course," Dumbledore agreed as Rita had a look of anger on her face. "Each of you will have your wands inspected by our expert, Ollivander."
"Will 'e be fair, Dumbledore?" Olympe asked.
"Of course," Dumbledore reassured the two other professors. "Ollivander takes his craft very seriously."
"We will have to see," Igor responded, glaring at Harry before walking back to Viktor's side.
"Ollivander, if you will please," Dumbledore spoke to wand-maker.
"Of course, Albus," Ollivander responded before walking over to the nearest person, who was Fleur. "May I see your wand, madam?" Fleur nodded her head as she passed her wand to Ollivander.
"Hmmm," the wand-maker murmured as he inspected the wand. "Nine and a half inch rosewood with a veela hair core."
"My grandmother donated it to me," Fleur explained. Ollivander nodded his head as he continued to inspect the wand.
"The wand is perfectly fine," Ollivander stated, handing it back to Fleur. "All I have to say is that the wand is inflexible."
"Pftt," Harry was about to laugh before shutting up by a glare from Fleur. Ollivander then walked to Cedric.
"Ah, this is one of mine, isn't it?" Ollivander said after Cedric handed him his wand. "I remembering crafting this wand. Let's see twelve and a quarter inch ash with a unicorn hair core. How has it treated you?"
"Very well," Cedric answered.
"Good, good," Ollivander replied before handing it back to Cedric. "It's in very excellent condition." He then walked over to Viktor.
"Is this a Gregorovitch wand, my boy?" Ollivander asked, his voice slightly excited when he was given the wand. Viktor curtly nodded his head.
"This wand certainly lives up to his title," Ollivander stated, examining the wand. "Ten and a quarter inch hornbeam wood with a dragon heartstring core. Thicker than the average wand." Ollivander continued to inspect the wand for a few moments before handing it back to Viktor.
"Everything seems to be in order," Ollivander told Viktor. "All I have to say is that the wand is quiet rigid." Viktor nodded his head in response. Ollivander then walked over to Harry.
"Mr. Potter," Ollivander greeted before holding out both hands to everyone's - except for Fleur - confusion. "May I see your wands?" To everyone's surprise, Harry brought out two wands.
"Which one do you want first?" Harry asked.
"I think both would be best," Ollivander admitted before feeling both wands in his hands.
"Dumbledore, what is this?" Igor shouted at Dumbledore in an angry voice. "Why does this boy have two wands?"
"I don't know, Igor," Dumbledore answered. "It seems Harry is a dual-wielder of some sort."
"I will not stand for this," Igor stated.
"W'hat's done, been done, Igor," Olympe reprimanded the Russian. "The boy is a dual-wielder, but it does not mean he gains an advantage. From w'hat I 'eard, dual-wielders suffer from magic ex'austion." Igor stayed silent for a moment before crossing his arms.
"We shall see," Igor replied as Ollivander just felt both wands in his hands.
"It seems they're perfectly in balance, Mr. Potter," Ollivander stated, handing the wands back to Harry. "They're in excellent condition."
"I hope so," Harry replied, sheathing his wands. "If they're not, I will be in real trouble."
"Yes," Ollivander smiled before turning around to face Dumbledore. "All of the wands are in excellent condition and have been untampered."
"That is excellent to hear," Dumbledore said before looking at all of the adults. "Now then, let us leave. The Daily Prophet wishes to speak to the Champions alone."
"Wait, what?!" Harry exclaimed, surprised as he watched the adults leave the room, leaving all of the teenagers alone with Rita. He then looked back to see Rita pull out a notepad and quill.
"Are all of you fine where you're sitting?" Rita asked, conjuring a chair for her to sit on. Viktor, Cedric, and Fleur nodded their heads while Harry walked to the door.
"Where do you think you're going, Mr. Potter?" Rita asked.
"I'm leaving," Harry answered as he tried to open the door. To his shock, it was locked.
"I'm afraid you can't do that," Rita smirked as Harry turned around to face her. He noticed that the quill was starting to write on the notepad.
"What is it writing?" Harry asked, pointing to the quill. Everyone looked at it.
"Nothing," Rita answered, waving her hand, before looking at the other Champions. "Now then, let's get this interview started." Making sure that Rita's attention was away from him, he pulled out the phoenix wand and aimed it at the lock.
"Alohomora," Harry whispered. To his disappointment, he didn't hear the click of a lock. For a while, Harry tried a multitude of unlocking spells.
"Mr. Potter," Harry heard Rita call out to him.
"What?" Harry responded, glaring at Rita.
"What are your thoughts on being a contestant in this tournament?" Rita asked.
"It sucks," Harry answered with a straight face.
"How so?" Rita inquired.
"Never wanted to be in it."
"Wait, are you telling me that you never put your name into the goblet?"
"No, why would I do such a thing?"
"It's just there's a rumor circulating that you're an attention-seeker."
"If I wanted attention, I would do more than put my name for a stupid contest. It's stupid for people to think that I am an attention-seeker."
"Really?" Rita responded, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't that why you ran away from home?" Instantly, Harry froze before glaring at Rita.
"What do you mean by that?" Harry questioned in a dangerous voice.
"It's just that being the brother of the Chosen One, you were neglected as a child, weren't you?" Rita said, earning a shocked look from Cedric and Viktor.
"Yeah, I was neglected as a child," Harry replied. "So, I ran away. The End."
"Are you sure that it wasn't to get your parents' attention?" Rita pushed as a vein started to pop up on Harry's forehead. Concern appeared on Fleur's face as she saw Harry slowly move his fingers.
"Let me tell you something, bitch. If I wanted attention, I would have stayed behind and become a nuisance. Unfortunately for you, I ran away and it took them god knows how many months or years before they realized I disappeared," Harry spoke in a low tone.
"Oh really," Rita responded, raising an eyebrow. Harry could see the quill writing furiously on the notepad.
"Accio notepad," Harry whispered, aiming his wand.
"What are you doing?!" Rita exclaimed as the notepad flew into Harry's free hand. "That's private property."
"I just want to see what you're writing," Harry smirked before he started to quickly scan the contents of the notepad. His smirk grew bigger as he looked up at Rita.
"I didn't know that Fleur was a slut and Cedric was affiliated with Death Eaters," Harry said, making Rita's face pale in response.
"What?!" Cedric exclaimed, moving over to Harry. "Show me." Fleur stood up in anger as she glared at Rita.
"Is this true, Ms. Skeeter?" Viktor asked with a calm expression on his face.
"Of course not," Rita started to sweat as Cedric looked up from the notepad to glare at her.
"She's lying, Viktor," Cedric revealed Rita's lie before chucking the notepad at him. "Read what she wrote about you." Viktor caught it before quickly scanning it. His face contorted into rage as he read.
"YOU FIEND," Viktor roared, smashing the notepad onto the ground. "How dare you desecrate the honor of my school like this?" Rita tried to stand up, but found herself immobilized. She turned her head to see a smirking Fleur tapping her wand on her head.
"Wha-I don't know what you're talking about," Rita tried to explain. "That Potter brat set me up."
"Even I don't have the ability to change what you wrote," Harry stated before pointing to the floating quill. "Especially by a magically modified quill like that." Rita started sweat even more as each of the Champions glared at her.
"I will get the professors," Cedric said before pulling out his wand. "Harry, get back." The latter nodded his head before stepping away.
"Reducto," Cedric said, blasting the door apart.
"What's going on?!" the stunned voices of Igor, Olympe, and Barty reached the Champions' ears.
"We're done with the interview," Cedric answered as he adults entered the room. They were slightly surprised to see Rita struggling to move on the chair she was sitting at.
"What happened?" Barty asked Cedric.
"We don't believe that Rita is a suitable reporter for us," Cedric explained before pointing to the notepad on the floor. "Once you read that, you will understand."
"Viktor?" Igor said. Viktor picked up the notepad before handing over to Igor. Igor read the contents of the first page before his face too contorted into rage.
"Dumbledore, I ask for your permission to contain this woman in one of the dungeons," Igor said, looking at Dumbledore while handing the notepad to Olympe. Her face too contorted into rage after reading the offensive content.
"'Ow dare you!" Olympe spoke in a loud voice, scaring everyone. "Fleur is a wonderful girl. 'Ow dare you try to taint 'er good name like ."
"Everyone, please calm down," Dumbledore spoke. "I'm sure we will find a suitable punishment for Ms. Skeeter at a later time. However, we only have an hour until the competition begins. Let our Champions recover from this ordeal before then."
"I wish for you to deal out the right punishment," Igor stated.
"I'm sure Barty will handle this," Dumbledore said, looking at Barty, who nodded his head as a sign of confirmation.
"That's nice to hear, but the bitch is gone," Harry said. Instantly, everyone whipped their heads around to see Rita missing.
"Where is she?!" Viktor, Cedric, Fleur, Igor, and Olympe exclaimed in shock. Barty and Dumbledore looked at each other before nodding their heads. Barty quickly left the room while Dumbledore stayed.
"I think it will be best if we all left," Dumbledore suggested. "We might be able to find the means in which Ms. Skeeter escaped." Everyone nodded their heads in agreement before heading out of the damaged doorway.
"What are you doing, Harry?" Fleur asked as she saw the former picking something up.
"I found a bug," Harry answered, showing a bug to Fleur. "I might feed it to my pet. I think he will like this."
"Of course, he will," Fleur nodded her head in agreement before the two walked out of the room with Dumbledore and Olympe behind them.
Three hours later
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE NOW ENTER THE FINAL STAGE OF THE FIRST TASK. FOR EVERYONE WHO FORGOT DUE TO EXCITEMENT, I AM LUDO BAGMAN, YOUR COMMENTATOR FOR TODAY'S ROUND. SO FAR, THE FIRST THREE CHAMPIONS HAVE RETRIEVED THEIR GOLDEN EGG FROM EACH OF THEIR RESPECTIVE DRAGONS. NOW, ONLY ONE CONTESTANT REMAINS."
There was silence in the stadium. The stadium had two parts to it: spectating area and the arena. The spectating area was above a glass dome, which separated the arena from the spectators. The glass was modified, so each spectator could view the Champion clearly. The arena was a very rocky landscape with ditches and hills, making it very rough terrain to transverse on. At one side of the arena, there were four caves. All four caves were locked up by wooden gates. A bit away from the caves, there were four nests. Each nest had large white-shelled eggs, but the fourth contained a golden egg of similar size. opposite of the caves, there was a large stone wall with a gateway.
"LET US CHEER FOR," Ludo's voice rang our through the stadium before pausing for a moment of effect. "HARRY POTTER." Silence just passed through as Harry walked through the gateway. Everyone could see the snarl on Harry's face as he walked closer to the nests. He watched as the most right cave opened up. Suddenly, a large dragon burst from the cave, breathing out fire. It was long with black scales, bronze horns, and multi-colored spikes along its tail.
"OH, HARRY MUST FACE THE HUNGARIAN HORNTAIL," Harry heard Ludo announce as he continued to walk towards the caves. "UNLUCKY."
"No kidding. Just versing a dragon is unlucky to begin with," Harry replied as he stopped when the Hungarian Horntail started to circle around the nests. Harry looked into the dragon's yellow, cat-like eyes.
"Accio golden egg," Harry said, holing his wand at the egg. He immediately sheathed his wand as he saw it did nothing.
"/ Helga, hold on tight /" Harry warned as he saw the Horntail tense up its neck and head. "(Tom, do you remember anything on what a Hungarian Horntail does?)"
"(No)," Tom answered. "(You're on your own here)."
"(Dammit)," Harry growled as he instantly dashed behind the nearest rock just before the Horntail fired. Harry could feel the heat radiating off the stream of fire.
"WOW, HARRY ALMOST GOT HIT," Ludo commentated as Harry peeked around the corner to see the dragon preparing to fire at him.
"Can't get hit," Harry muttered to himself before he started running. Using the rough terrain, he managed to evade the continuous streams of fire aimed at him.
*CLINK* *CLINK* *CLINK*
Harry heard a strange sound. Peeking around the corner of the rock, he could see a chain attacked to the leg of the Horntail, limiting its movements.
"That's strange why would they need to chain this dragon," Harry thought to himself before seeing the Horntail aim its head at him. Without a moment's hesitation, Harry moved, dodging another stream of fire, which melted the rock.
"LOOK AT HARRY MOVE. HE HAS LASTED THE LONGEST WITHOUT A WAND, BUT HOW LONG WILL HIS LUCK LAST?"
Harry clicked his tongue when he heard this. He then pulled out his dragon wand before peeking around the corner. He saw the dragon seem to take in a deep breath.
"It's worth a try," Harry said before running out of his cover. He aimed his wand at the dragon just as it breathed out a stream of fire. Time seemed to slow down to Harry as he saw the fire fly towards him. To any normal person, this would make them freeze up, but this is Harry Potter; nothing is normal about him. With a flick of his wand, a large stream of fire erupted from his wand combatting the dragon's stream of fire.
"Hnnnn," Harry growled in pain as he felt the heat singe the tip of his fingers on his wand. However, the stream of fire continued. Harry then pushed even more magic into his spell, increasing the output. Once he felt the pressure from the dragon disappear, he stopped as well falling onto one knee from exhaustion. He kept a wary eye on the dragon as it eyed Harry cautious of him.
"The Hat was right," Harry smirked as he took in a deep breath. "I am a fire elemental." He then stood up as he saw the dragon start to slowly swing its tail.
"What is it trying to do?" Harry wondered to himself as he started to walk to his right. His eyes widened in surprise as the Horntail swung around, swinging its spiked tail at Harry.
"Fast?!" Harry exclaimed before swiping his wand upward. A silver shield materialized right in the path of the tail. The tail smashed apart the silver shield. However, bits of the shield embedded themselves onto the shield, which hit Harry.
"ARGH," Harry yelled out as he scraped against the floor.
"OUCH, IT LOOKS LIKE HARRY GOT HIT. WILL HARRY BE ABLE TO GET THE GOLDEN EGG?"
"Ow," Harry muttered as he tried to move his arm. Pain flooded his nerves, but Harry was still able to move it.
"I don't think anything is broken, but I will have to check later," Harry muttered before feeling his head. He could feel blood, but it seemed to be only from scrapes and bruise. There was no serious injuries.
"I was careless," Harry thought to himself as he picked himself up from the floor before seeing the dragon looking at him.
"If you want to play like that," Harry said before bringing out both wands. He flicked his wand at piece of rock, transfiguring it into a missile launcher, while he fired off a red slash of magic at the dragon. The dragon roared out in anger as the slash of magic hit it. Harry quickly sheathed his wands before dashing over to the missile launcher. He aimed it at the dragon, smirking as he saw it open its mouth.
"I should have done this earlier," Harry thought before he fired right at the dragon's open mouth.
*BOOM*
An explosion enveloped the area around the dragon. Harry dropped the missile launcher, preparing both of his wands. He watched as the smoke swirl around for a bit.
"WHAT DID HARRY POTTER JUST DO?!"
"I used a missle launcher, dimwit," Harry replied before seeing the smoke started to settle down. His eyes widened in shock as he saw the dragon lying next to a singular golden egg.
"HAS HARRY KILLED THE DRAGON?!"
Then, the dragon's body started to twitch. Harry looked at the dragon in shock as it picked itself up. He saw that half of its face was scarred from the explosion.
"Oh no," Harry said as he heard the dragon roar. It wasn't a powerful roar. It was pathetic and weak, filled with heartbreak and unmeasured rage. Then, the chain snapped. Harry barely had any time to respond as the Horntail lunged at Harry, free of its chain.
"How did it break it so easily?!" Harry exclaimed in shock as he started running. He could hear the dragon quickly catching up to him.
"/ Look out /" Helga shouted. Harry turned his head back to see the dragon raise its claws. He aimed his wand upward before shooting out a stream of fire. The force was enough to send the dragon's claw back a bit, narrowly missing Harry.
"/ Apparate /" Helga shouted at Harry.
"/ I would, but I wasted all my magic when I countered that stream of fire /" Harry replied before feeling Helga dig her claws into him.
"/ YOU IDIOT /" Helga shouted. / RUN FASTER /" Harry looked back to see the dragon gone.
"Oh shi~" Harry was about to say before a loud thud echoed throughout the stadium. Harry immediately stopped running as he stood in front of the dragon.
"Oh, come on. Why does everything seem to stop me from swearing?" Harry exclaimed before feeling Helga dig her claws deeper into his head while Tom started to constrict around his arm.
"/( YOU HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT )/" Tom and Helga screamed at the same time. Harry tensed his body as he saw the dragon open its mouth.
"Why?" Harry heard a heart-broken voice.
"Who was that?" Harry responded, whipping around. Then, he realized something. He looked back at the dragon, who still staring at Harry. A single tear was rolling from its only working eye.
"Why did you kill my children?" the voice said.
"(I-I-I didn't mean to)," Harry froze, stunned at what just happened. "(I didn't know any other way)."
"Your heart tells me that you lie," the dragon responded.
"(My heart?)" Harry responded.
"Yes. However, it is weak and forgotten. It is now just a lifeless organism beating to keep you alive. It barely distinguishes you from the living and the dead," the dragon spoke. "You are no longer a human. You are a demon." Harry stumbled back a bit at the impact of the dragon's words.
"You're a demon. A human you once were, but no longer," the dragon continued to speak. "I see that this is not the first time you heard this from me."
"(SHUT UP)," Harry roared, aiming his wands at the Horntail.
"Please kill me," the dragon pleaded, closing its eye. "Let me be one with my children." Harry stood still for a moment before clenching his teeth in anger.
"(I'm sorry)," Harry whispered, pointing his dragon claw at the eye of the dragon.
"No, you are not. You will never be," the dragon responded, opening its eye to see a flash of red. Harry just watched as the dragon slump dead. He stood there for a moment before he begrudgingly walked to the golden egg.
"H-H-Harry Potter has killed the dragon."
Harry picked up the golden egg. He then lifted the egg up for everyone to see. Silence was his only response.
"Ahem. LET US LOOK AT THE JUDGES TO SEE THEIR SCORE."
harry didn't bother to look as he carried the golden egg back to the gateway. When he walked through the gateway, he saw Fleur run to his side.
"Harry, are you ok?" Fleur immediately asked.
"Yeah," Harry answered, smiling at Fleur. "it's just new to kill a dragon, you know?"
"let's get you checked up," Fleur said, leading Harry towards the infirmary. Harry followed Fleur.
"That was merely a foreshadowing of what is to come."
Harry whipped around, looking for the source of the voice. Seeing no one, he stayed still for a moment before quickly catching up to Fleur.