Disclaimer: This Chapter might be a little Disturbing, and I don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter Fifteen: Rise from the Fall.
The blond young woman arose from the icy waters of the Black Lake, she shivered a little when the air touched her skin but quickly took a deep freezing breath and went back under the water. It had been almost a full month since Harry had left for his 'Moving' and she hadn't gotten a letter from him or any correspondence.
Truth is Fleur was nervous, worried and kept looking off for Hedwig to show up with a letter; even Mindy couldn't break her out of this depression. Her grades hadn't taken that large of a dip but her social ability did, refusing to talk to most people; which wasn't abnormal anyhow.
Though like she had been at school, she started to have panic attacks again; most steamed from anxiety due to her veela, being leered at most of the time, the Tournament and then her own studying. Harry had taken part of her mind off the problems, as he was broken in so many ways it made her forget her own problems.
Harry had explained that Andromeda would be refining his Water Elemental, then establishing his Lightning. As she lowered herself into the depths of the waters, she was training her body to adapt to the water; a hard feat as she was Fire.
She did wonder what Harry was currently experiencing, as the Second Task was tomorrow this meant that he was with Bellatrix or Gamma. She just hoped the slightly insane Black wouldn't hurt him too much. He needed compete.
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First Week~ Elemental Training~ Andromeda
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Harry growled, flicking his wand at the pool next to him and throwing a wave at his opponent. Who simply slapped it aside, she was standing with a calm grace; looking quiet relaxed.
"You're movements are sloppy." She chilled "You need to relax and flow."
Harry nodded, breathing out deeply and then looking back at her. His eyes were hardened but his stance was more relaxed.
Then it struck, he threw the waves in rapid movements. Andie blocked them well enough, while she had experience it was clear she lacked two things; power and stamina.
Harry was like a blur as he bent and pulled the water, making it attack in ways she'd never even thought of but as quickly as it came. He fell to the floor, gagging on his blood through clinched teeth "Gah!" He spat out.
"Harry!" She said running over to him.
"No! I'm not done!" He shouted at the water below him, keeping his head down "I can keep going!"
Andie was torn, the training was meant to push him to his limits and push him past his boundaries. Not only for the tournament, or even for Voldemort; this was for him.
"Fine, get up." She hissed, getting back into a stance.
The second he stood up, shakily, Andie threw waves, blasts and spurts of water at him. She now took the offensive and was ruthless, at some point one of the waves slashed along his chest and left him howling in pain.
"You can keep going right!? Get up Potter!" Andie said running over and grabbing his hair "This is Hell! Remember?"
"I REMEMBER!" With that shout, the blood infused water circled him and threw her back in a rolling heap. Harry didn't wait for her to stand, he instantly went for the strikes and tried to keep her down.
In the end, Andie was standing over the bloodied teen; she looked at him with nothing but sadness and joy. He wasn't quiet out of it yet, but he had lost a lot of blood and was still bleeding from the open wounds as was she.
"You did wonderful." She whispered softly.
Harry closed his eyes and sighed "Wasn't even close." He muttered darkly, gritting his teeth.
"For a first year? You were."
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"Ready for the Lightning training?" Andromeda asked with a raised brow, her arms crossed over her chest.
Harry grinned a little "Yes."
"Good." She said walking next to him, getting into a stance her left hand higher than her right. Her legs spread and her stance was fairly low. "Copy."
This wasn't uncommon, Andie would order him to copy her stance for certain moves he wasn't sure of. Lightning was different it seems.
He matched her stance almost exactly, she lightly slapped his right hand down and kicked his left leg farther out. "Watch." She said while he was still in a stance.
With her wand in hand, she rotated her right arm and then her left as she stepped forward. As the second loop came through, sparks started to fly and then she thrusted her right hand out; the lightning followed. A brilliant bolt flashed through the wand and struck a wall, causing a ripple to go around.
"Did you see?"
"I saw a lot of rotating." He answered in a slightly confused voice.
Andie smirked a little "Lightning is composed of Positive and Negative energies." She answered "By splitting these energies, they always want to return to each other."
"Like magnets."
"Exactly, which have been electrically charged." She rubbed her shoulder a little "When these two energies collided with each other, a spark is caused."
"Thus the lightning?"
"Thus the lightning." Andie nodded "Water is mostly positive, as is Air. Then you have Fire which is largely negative sided with Earth. Lightning is the only one comprised of the two, very rare and very hard to control without a wand. It also takes complete focus, you must be calm and stern with your movements as well as mind."
Harry nodded his head as he listened, he thought of it a different way and then walked away from her.
"Harry!"
He didn't listen to her, he wanted to try it and he wasn't going to be stopped "Andie, let me." He said calmly, glancing over his shoulder with bright green eyes. He got into a stance, his feet a little spread but rather close and his arms held out the side.
He focused the negative energies into his left and then the positive to the right, he slapped his hands together and pulled apart, sparks flew. He rotated his arms around with the lightning trail following, after another moment he threw his hands together and a bright flash occurred.
Like with Andie lightning flowed through his hands, his wand safely secured in his hip holster and the bolt was barely smaller.
As quickly as the bolt flashed, he lowered his arms with soft panting; his nerves felt excited and tingled a little. He wore a proud grin, almost didn't hear footsteps but didn't miss the hard slap he got on the back of the head.
"IDIOT!" She screamed.
He frowned rubbing the back of his head "What?"
Andie huffed, placing her hands on her hips "The reason Wand-less Lightning is hard, is because the body runs on electricity and you'll use your reserves. When the lightning is thrown around like that, you fry your nerves or shut down your brain…hell you could stop your heart." She said quickly, closing her eyes and shaking her head "Do it no more!"
Harry just grinned at her "Really? The body runs on lightning…." He had a small thought pop into his head, and he couldn't want to use it.
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The raven haired teen sat in a cross legged position, his eyes were closed and his arms held out to the side with pales of water inside. The floor was covered in three inches of water, however one stone block was several inches out off the floor; on it sat the Chained Woman.
Andromeda frowned down at him "Again." She said in a calm voice.
Harry frowned, his concentration marking onto his forehead and mouth lines. Though he refused to answer, his whole body clinched up and the water from the pales started to float a little.
"Now off the floor." She instructed.
Harry growled a little, his focus not wavering as the water started to flow towards him; as it hit the light crimson could be seen inside of it. Slowly but surely the water flowed heavy enough to lift him off the ground a few inches, he was covered in sweat and his breathing increased but he looked fine.
Andromeda nodded in approval, slowly she pulled a needle from her wrist holster and threw it at him. The small instrument hit him in the shoulder, his focus wavered for a fraction of a second; making him rock on the water.
From here she could see him biting his lower lip, causing the red liquid to flow down his jaw and into the water. She nodded once more "Very good." She acknowledged, she waved her wand summoning the needle back to her.
"Now move the water from one pale to the other." She said leaning on the wall behind her.
Harry grunted, slowly the water pulled itself from one pale to the other and they crossed above his head. Though as they crossed, she threw the needle at him again causing the water to crash onto him "Damn it!" He cursed, this caused the flow under him to stop and he crashed onto the floor.
Andromeda moved from the block and helped him up "You're getting much better, it is only the third week." She said with a sigh "Using your blood to make the water obey you was inspiring."
Harry grunted once more "I'm better with Lightning." He said rubbing the needle marks.
"That you are, using it without a wand is very dangerous and I wished you would stop." She said in a dull voice, flicking him on the forehead.
Harry grinned, slowly sparks could be heard "Where is the fun in that?" He said with a raised brow, showing his lightning contained hand.
Andromeda rolled her eyes, rubbing her temples walking back to the stone block "We should start again, after this will see if you can control it under water." She explained, sitting comfortably.
Harry nodded, pulling the lightning back and cracking his neck before he sat down; getting ready to start again.
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Fleur brought herself onto the shore line, after several days of exploring and diving; her map was nearly complete. It wasn't a physical map, but more or less a vision game using objects for locations. She knew what places to avoid, which places held lurking terror and where the Merpeople were. That last one was from her blood starting to boil, they were natural enemies.
Her clothing was where she had left it, along with a soft charmed towel and a steaming cup of coffee. She wore a one piece to swim in, a two part thought process for her case. One, it was harder to rip off or get snagged on something and Two, it was a lot less flattery.
She threw the towel over her hair and started to mess it, trying to pull the water from the strands before it froze. With a quick reflexive motion of her left hand, she tossed a fire ball onto a bundle of sticks she prepared.
The warmth was instant and very welcomed, she continued to work on her hair and then moved onto her skin. Through the crackling of the fire, soft waves of the water and her humming; she missed something.
A group of four stood not far off, watching waiting and when they saw their chance they took it. The leader was quick, his crop hair hung low in his eyes as they moved. It was quiet, through the use of wands they made it so.
Fleur didn't notice anything until she heard a cough, her head nearly snapped at the speed she turned. Proceeding to kick away from her assailants.
"Well, Well Flower." He said with a dark grin "What's wrong? Can't fight back?"
The truth of it was very simple, she couldn't as the water had pull a large amount of her strength out and her wand laid on the rock she'd been sitting on. Fleur tried to tap into her Fire magic, only to find her core still too cold.
"That's the problem being a veela, right?" He sneered, taking a step forward "Fire don't work when it's been too wet."
Fleur growled a little, glaring at the man with defiance.
"Where is your boyfriend? He left you huh?" The late teen male said, running a hand through his hair "Then, I'll take care of you."
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Second Week~ Survival~ Sirius
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Sirius grunted as the fist connected with his stomach "Good!" He coughed out as he bounced back "Ready?"
"Yeah!" Harry said loudly as they met again in a flurry of fists.
Sirius' ideas of training weren't as strict as Andie, he wanted Harry to learn how to survive without the use of magic. This worked very well, because he needed to recover from his training with Andie.
So far they were finishing up Hand to Hand, then they would move on to weapons of both the mind and sword. Harry could also boast that he could make a fire without magic, he knew how to locate sources of fresh water and how/ where to build a proper shelter.
They were currently sleeping in that shelter, as the Black Cabin wasn't too far away. Sirius chose to train in the open air and on real ground. They even hunted for their own catch, normally using a fashioned pronged spear.
The time they didn't use, Surviving, was in combat or sleep; the time-turner was normally used here.
Sirius threw a punch for Harry's gut, but the teen brought up his knee to block as he swung his own arm. They traded blows for a few minutes, Sirius was much faster and sharper but Harry was relentless and fought over his errors.
Sirius also noted a change, Harry now had a relaxed stance when he fought but his movements were….shockingly fast. It was almost like he was focused on staying calm and composed but his attacks went for vital spots, areas that would injure almost instantly if hit.
"Enough!" Sirius barked, stopping the teen from hitting his liver again.
Harry nodded, stepping back "What's next?"
"That potion should be done." He said with a smirk, walking over to the boiling cauldron that he'd been working on for the last few weeks. He quickly poured a measured amount into a mug and passed it to Harry.
"This will show me the form I'm meant to take?"
"Yes, it's only the reviling potion though." Sirius explained, leaning his back against the tree "It will take months of hard work before you'll be a shifter."
"What's it like?"
Sirius rose a brow, it wasn't a question he was used to…"Well…it's almost like this more primal part of yourself is brought into the light." He started "When you and your animal agree, you'll find the world in a different light."
"Animal? It talks to you?"
"Yes and no, it's more like feelings or impulsive behavior."
Harry bit his lip, looking down at the mug before taking a long drink from it and then another. After the first few seconds, his eyes started to get hazy and heavy; soon all he saw was darkness.
Inside the sea of darkness came a low growl, he turned to see nothing but then heard it from behind again. Over his shoulder he noticed two cat-like green eyes staring back at him, while they were small it was disconcerting.
The animal slowly crept out of the shadows and into the light, he wasn't expecting a lion or gorilla like that; but this? It was a rather large fox, its coat was pure black with a single white tip at its tail. The fox looked at him with curiosity all over its expressions, it seemed to be afraid as well.
Harry leaned down, stretching a hand out to the small animal. Just as the Fox was about to sniff his hand, it gave a growl and then a bark.
He watched in horror as the Fox started to shake, fur was lost and then bones snapped out of place. Slowly it seemed to compress into itself, scales grew and what once was a fox; now was a very dark snake. The snake hissed at him, what had been curiosity was now simply hostile.
It's now red eyes followed his every move, then it hissed again 'How cute….you thought you'd have a Fox?' He understood its speech. 'No, you are a Snake! A cunning, slimy snake!'
Harry glared at the viper, those words reminded him of Ron "Shut up." He snarled.
'Oh, this Potter has fangs! How adorable!' The snake hissed 'Didn't mum ever tell you not to play with snakes!? Oh wait! She was dead before you could say a blasted word!'
A thunderous laugh was heard, the snake went to bite him but everything faded before it happened. "GAH!" He shouted, rolling off to the side and dry heaved. He looked up at Sirius with wide eyes.
Sirius frowned, it reminded him of Prongs during their first try. He freaked out because the Stag nearly gored him. "Are you alright? What is it?"
Harry shook his head for a moment, pulling himself up and then looking off to the side "It was a Fox…"
"Was?"
"Was, it turned into a Snake….the Snake reminded me of…"
"Voldemort."
Harry nodded, barely looking over his glasses "Yeah…."
"We won't be doing your Animagus training then, I'll come up with something else." Sirius said placing a hand on the teen's shoulder. "Grab your blade, will start now."
Harry nodded, going inside their wooden shack and picking up his sword, the same Sword that Slytherin let him take. Sirius was standing there with a sword he created from a branch, holding it off to the side "Ready?"
Harry let out a shaky breath "Yeah."
The next sound was their swords clashing.
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Final~ Curses and other Dark arts~ Bellatrix
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"Crucio!" Bellatrix screamed, pointing her temporary wand at the Raven haired teen.
Harry felt the knife blades once more slide across his skin, then his nerves were on fire and his blood turned to ice. He slapped his eyes shut and clinched his teeth together tightly. This wasn't the first time she'd caught him off guard like this.
The teen went from a standing position to on his knees, growling in pain. It wasn't even close to the pain he felt the first time, he was screaming that time but Bella made sure it wasn't for long.
Just as quickly as it came, it was gone. Bellatrix stood over him with an out stretched hand "Come on Harry, you're alright." She said softly.
Harry took the hand and slowly, shakily stood "I hate you…" He said lowly, he tasted blood in his mouth.
"I know you do…You'll thank me someday." She held her head low, barely looking up at him "The Dark Lord is better than me at it, if I can numb you…he might not have that much strength over you."
Harry rotated his shoulder for a moment then placed a hand on her shoulder "I know why you are doing it Bella, I just don't like it." He said simply with a small smile.
The woman smiled back at him "Alright, let's work on your curses!" She said in a cheerful voice, transfiguring a stone into a rat.
"Which one?"
"The Killing Curse."
Harry frowned for a moment "Why that one? Can't we work on…the Imperious or Fiendfyre?" He asked in a soft voice.
"No." Bella said simply without looking at him, she set the rat on a sticky pad. "Kill the rat."
"Bella…"
"That rat right there is Peter Pettigrew, the same Peter that got your parents killed." She snapped at him, with a feral glare walking around him "He's going to get back to the Dark Lord, he'll tell him all about your little girlfriend."
Harry frowned, looking down at the rat; it did look a lot like Pettigrew's rat form…he felt something bubbling up inside of him "Avada Kedavra!" He shouted pointing his wand at the small rodent.
A small stream of green shot out of his wand, only to hit the target but do nothing.
"What?" He said looking down at his wand, maybe because of the Phoenix feather? No Voldemort had no trouble doing this, it was him.
"Not good enough, the Dark Lord has killed your Girl six times by now." Bella snapped hitting him on the back of the head "You have to want it dead, you have to mean it!"
Harry glared at her with his eyes shifting to red, he pointed his wand back at the Rodent. He thought of how much the small bastard had ruined his life, from getting his parents killed to getting Sirius locked in that prison. The more he thought about it, all of his problems steamed from this single RAT.
"Avada Kedavra!" He shouted again.
The beam was stronger, brighter and seemed to move faster; the second it impacted the Rodent was thrown and laid dead in a small heap before turning back to a rock. He felt exhausted, like he'd just thrown part of himself at it.
"Wonderful!" Bellatrix cheerd, bouncing a little "See, I knew you had a little black spot on you!"
Harry growled for a moment, rubbing his eyes "I feel sick."
"And that's the down fall…." Bella deadpanned "You're far too caring to use this in a real fight….unless…"
"Unless? What?" He asked raising a brow at her.
"How far are you willing to go? You know to kill him?"
Harry thought about it, it was clear that Voldemort would use any means to go after him or anyone. He was a target, a nerve that was ready to be struck and at the moment he was exposed. He needed a trump card, his Lightning was nice but Voldemort could counter that as he was a Water element. While his sword would be useful up close, the Dark Bastard knew enough spells to keep him back. No he needed something that would give him a clear edge, equal footing.
"What?"
"Are you?" Bellatrix asked once more.
"I will go as far as I need to, so long as the bastard lays in a pool of his own blood." Harry said looking back at her with a hard face.
"Good, follow." She snapped, walking over to her bag and she rummaged through it until she pulled an old book from its confines "The Book of Black."
"The what?"
"Every Ancient family has a Book, it's were they put down their hidden spells or locations." She explained "The Blacks were experts of dark magic, this one in particular would be good for you."
She flipped through the pages, until she found the page titled 'Black Seal' it showed a picture of a rune, it looked like a wheel with five circles on the outside all with small Latin lettering around it.
"This is going to be painful, but fun at the same time." She said pulling out a tattooing set, the needles and a small thing of black ink.
"What does it do?" He asked looking down at it.
Bella smiled, almost cruelly "See the holes?" He nodded "You turn it clockwise and it seals your heart."
"Seals my heart?"
"It means you'll become cold and calculating, you'll be emotionless." She said almost with glee "See your emotions are to powerful, it will make some training near impossible."
"Such as?"
Bellatrix shrugged, prepping her work "Some Dark curses, mental shielding and mind probing. Your emotions also control your magic, making it stronger or weaker." She pointed to the small block Andie used turning her training "Lay down."
"I'm not sure about this…"
"You can turn it on or off, a lot of us won't use it because we'll hurt someone." She explained "It's the emotions that deem someone a friend or foe, you'll have to point yourself and then let go. I think your Emotions will still be strong enough to control it a little."
Harry grimaced a little, this would make things a little even with Voldemort. He was known to be ruthless, angry and casual with his opponents.
"I'll teach you how to fly without a broom." Bella cooed, looking at him with a smile. "Maybe a little bit of…Torture? You can do it to me!" She bent her head to the side with an expecting smile "Well?"
Harry frowned, closing his eyes "Do it."
"Which one after?"
"Both."
Bella smiled wider "You are a lot of a Fun!"
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Bellatrix was thrown backward by a blasting curse "I yield!" She shouted, tossing her wand off to the side; her hands held up.
Harry glanced her over, she was covered in cuts and burns "Accio Knives" He said simply in a detached voice. Suddenly the knives on her waist and under her forearms started to fly towards him, then with a sudden flick they went straight into the floor. "Nice try."
Bella gave him a small smirk, slowly lowering her hands "What happens now?"
Harry slowly reached into his shirt and twisted on a spot, his eyes suddenly warmed and some color returned to his body "Now, I relax." He said tapping her on the forehead with his wand "Aunty."
Bellatrix just gave a small laugh "You cheeky prick."
"I've been called that Aunty." He said with a cheerful smile rummaging through his small bag, pulling out a tattered old parchment "I solemnly swear, that I am up to no good." He said in a clear voice, with his wand on the center.
Slowly all of Hogwarts was before him, he looked around for Hermione, finding her, Cho and Daphne at the Headmasters office with someone called Gabrielle Delacour; related to Fleur maybe? She did talk about a sister, why was she at Hogwarts?
He shrugged it off for the moment, looking around for Fleur.
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Fleur threw a punch at one of the men, it connected along his jaw line and it knocked him back a little. She was scared, there was at least five of them and of course the lead man looked familiar; the Ravenclaw captain.
She came up with the idea, she was already in her swimming outfit and the lake wasn't that far behind her. Fleur gave them a small smirk, and turned on her heels starting to run like hell.
"Petrificus Totalus" A voice shouted in an amused voice.
Fleur felt her body lock up, her legs froze as she stepped causing her to fall slamming onto the hard rocky ground.
"Nice one Rick!" Someone complimented.
"You know me." The one named Rick said with a deep laugh.
Fleur was facing towards the lake, the sun at her back then the sun vanished and was replaced by a shadow "Poor little flower, if only you'd have talked to me instead of the little boy Potter." Davies said with a tone of tisking "You see, I have very simple tastes…which you fit exactly."
The young woman felt a chill run down her spine, she tried to close her eyes but couldn't. She felt something rough and warm on her right shoulder, it was a hand.
"You're so soft…"
"Oi!" Someone shouted.
"What?"
"The hell is that?"
"Looks like a cloud….it's black though."
"Nah, looks more like smoke than a cloud."
"Where the hell is it coming from?"
"I'd have to guess from the Forest, near the Willow maybe?"
"Only thing that's over there."
"It seems to be controlled?"
"Kind of, wonder what it is?"
"Someone's idea of a prank? Death Eaters used to travel like that didn't they?"
"I think so, they were flying without using a broom…hey."
Then everything went silent for a few seconds "Fuck!" Someone shouted and she started to her a thumping sound, like someone was dropping bags of flour or dirt. She heard screaming, it was one of pain and then even heavier thuds.
"There you are…." A new voice whispered, it was familiar but cold and distant. Someone walked over not to her but by her, in a very low voice it whispered "I'm not going to kill you…. But….What is one hundred minus four?"
A sob was heard before Davies' voice asked "What?"
"Count down from one hundred, by four!" A sickening crunch was heard, followed by a scream "What is one hundred minus four!?"
"Ni-Ninety six…"
"The human body has two hundred and six bones….I am going to ninety two." The voice hissed, it almost sounded amused "I would break all of them but… I only want to shatter your legs and this fucking arm that touched her." A cracking sound was heard "That's two."
The breaking and snapping of bones seemed to go on for minutes or hours; she couldn't tell. Davies kept counting in weak whimpers as his bones were snapped and then a laugh was heard, still Davies counted down for a while before everything went silent; one more crunch was heard.
Then the voice whispered again "Ninety two, oh…you seemed to have passed out…pity. I should have given him that adrenalin shot again." He sounded bored "Expecto Patronum." Was heard and then "Delacour has been attack by the shore line, Professor. I'd send the Matron."
The stranger walked over to her, he was behind her though and she couldn't see him "Hey…It's alright, McGonagall will be here in a minute or two…I'll wait until I see them…"
Fleur tried to move and even hummed a little, but to no avail her mouth wouldn't open to speak.
"No….I won't let you go until they are coming…I don't want you to see me right now." The voice whispered. "How have your studies been going? Grunt for good, twice for bad."
She grunted once.
"Oh, Good!"
She tried to rack her mind around where she had heard the voice, it was silky but so harsh and it only seemed to speak softly with her.
After a few moments Fleur felt her mobility return, she slowly rose using her hands.
Turning around she saw her assailants laying on the ground, some of them leaking blood from slash marks along their chests. She slowly wiped blood from her busted lip, looking at the carnage. Davies was completely broken from the waist down, his legs were bent out of place
A single thing caught her eyes, in the center of the bloody mess was a single white flower; a lily.
She turned to the area they said the smoke came from, Fleur could see it flying off only wisps remained. Fleur knew that she should feel scared by the trailing wisp, but she oddly didn't and that worried her a little.
Then she fell to her knees, tears leaking from her eyes and she let out a sob. After a minute or two, someone came running towards her; it was three people actually.
Professor McGonagall, Madame Maxime and Madam Pomfrey.
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Fleur had spent the night in the infirmary, she bruised her face and busted her lip. Rodger Davies and his friends had been treated and then arrested for attempted rape, she was told they were looking at two years in Azkaban and a fine. Davies was also said to never be able to walk correctly again, as his bones had been shattered systematically. His wand arm was also completely shattered, his wand laid in pieces by him at the scene and they weren't exactly sure how to feel about that.
So far the Aurors that stopped by only wanted her side of the story, they seemed to deem that this Mystery person was only trying to help in a twisted way. They wanted to get the persons side of the story but so far had no leads, other than the white flower.
While she didn't feel violated, she did feel a little sick to her stomach and her panic attacks started to get worse. Madam Pomfrey was now talking about prescribing a calming draught for them. She didn't really want to start taking Potions, they were easy to get addicted to and didn't really help the problem; like placing a bandage over a laceration.
However, she couldn't worry about that now as it was time for the Second Task. The only thing she knew or had been able to piece together was that they were going to place something important to each Victor at the bottom of the lake. It was likely in the area where the Merpeople lived, which she thought was a terrible idea.
It felt like no one researched the Veela at all when they came up with this task, if she spent too long submerged her core could freeze over and she could die. The Merpeople were also her kinds biggest enemy, so you can bet they'd aim for her worse than the others.
Mindy sat with her for lunch, Hermione was oddly missing but she shrugged it off as the Bookworm forgetting while staying in the Library. Since Harry had left, Neville and Hermione had been dinning with the Ravenclaw's or rather the French students; though every few days she'd have lunch with Viktor.
She was starting to worry that Harry hadn't shown up yet, though Neville shrugged it off saying 'He might make an entrance.' That was around two hours ago.
The Task was about to start, there was literally five minutes before the clock tower would chime and they would be able to go. She became antsy, almost pacing at the news she had just heard.
Her little sister was at the bottom of the lake, her mother had just told her.
The clock tower chimed once, then twice and still no sign or word from Harry. When someone shouted, more like screamed at the top of her lungs "Death Eater!"
Every single eye went towards the black cloud of smoke, slowly it turned a silver color and suddenly a burst of white flowers as it landed on the Victors platform. All the adults had their wands pointed at the smoky mass, seemingly ready to strike at the sight of a mask.
As the smoke faded, it turned into the form of a teenage boy. The messy raven hair that everyone knew had grown out, the skin that was seen was paler and looked like fresh snow. What threw her off was that he was covered from nose to toe in white bandages, blocking out his face; his bright green eyes remained.
He glanced around at the wands "It appears that I am late…." He said before giving off a laugh "What can I say, I came upon a distraction."
Dumbledore slowly gave off a chuckle, lowering his wand and replacing it within his robes "We will talk about your…entrance, after." He said in a stern voice.
Harry gave him a mock salute "Sure thing, Sir." The bandages tightened a little along his cheeks giving it a smile of sorts.
Dumbledore didn't smile as he shook his head "How was your…moving?"
Harry's smile only grew, his eyes wide almost curious and hands held open at his sides "It was so much…fun!" He gave off another laugh "My aunty was the best, she taught me all sorts of things." He then ran a hand through his hair, Fleur could see him tugging a little harder than normal.
Dumbledore seemed to pale at the thought, or mention but quickly replied "Good, Mr. Bagman?"
Ludo stepped forward "So champions are we ready to begin?" He asked looking Harry over, as was everyone else.
He wore a simple black tank-tip with the word 'Potter' in a dark almost blood red and his shorts were a black as well. Fleur couldn't shake how...unstable he looked in those bandages, like Bellatrix had hurt him so badly that he needed them. He was rocking on the balls of his bare feet, his hands behind his back and he was silent….for a moment.
"Why wouldn't I be ready? This is going to be…Fun!"
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Hello! Hello!, Why yes it is I the Mad Demon King! How are you all doing? Wonderful I hope! I would like to give a quick Shout out to my long term friend, Mr. Switchblade for helping me with this chapter. You see I normally don't ask for help but as that last chapter seemed to disappoint a fair amount of people, I tried even harder on this one!
We can't always write perfection, a flop was bound to happen and thank you for telling me what I fell back on guys. I'll try to keep it from happening again.
So how did I do?! This Mad King wants to know, thirsts almost to know if this chapter had the Spark I was hoping for. Encase you might ask later on, Harry spent most of the time with Bellatrix, which likely rubbed off a little.
I'll leave you with this simple question…~ Anyone guess who was at the lake?