Year Four

Narcissa stretched out in the comfortable bed and slowly opened her eyes, taking a moment to appreciate the warmth of the woman cuddled up next to her. Hermione stirred in her sleep, snuggling closer to the older woman's body. A smile crossed Narcissa's face as she ran her fingers through Hermione's hair.

"Good morning," Narcissa whispered softly, pressing a kiss to Hermione's forehead.

Hermione stirred and yawned, stretching her limbs. "Morning," she murmured sleepily.

"I have a question. After the last memory we watched, Ginny said something about things getting crazier during your time at Hogwarts. What did she mean?"

Hermione took a deep breath and sat up, leaning against the headboard. "Oh, where do I even start? Almost everything Harry got up to, I was there for and backing him up. I helped come up with a lot of the plans, I was the one who kept him grounded and who tried their best to make sure he didn't do anything too reckless."

Narcissa looked intrigued, "Do tell."

Hermione then proceeded to tell her everything that happened in the current timeline over the rest of her time at Hogwarts.

Narcissa listened intently, her eyes widening in shock at some of the more unbelievable moments. When Hermione finished, Narcissa looked at her, stunned. "Ginny was right," she said, shaking her head in amazement. "Things did get crazier."

Hermione grinned at Narcissa's words, then leaned in to kiss her. Within moments the kiss deepened and hands began to roam. Despite enjoying the intimacy, Narcissa reluctantly pulled away from the younger woman. "As much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day and continue this, we should probably get up and join the others."

Hermione was about to object when her stomach growled, "You're right. I could use some breakfast."

After they had dressed, they made their way to the common area, where the rest of the group was already gathered. Ginny and Fleur were in the kitchen, cooking up a storm, while the others were sitting around the table, chatting.

"Good morning," Hermione said, smiling as they entered the room.

"Morning," Harry replied, grinning. "Sleep well?"

Hermione nodded, taking a seat next to him. "Yeah, we did. What's for breakfast?"

Ginny looked up from the stove. "Pancakes and bacon," she said, smiling. "Just like Mum makes."

As they all dug into the delicious breakfast, the conversation turned to what may be coming in the fourth year. Once everyone was finished they headed back to the lab.

On the way there, Draco spoke up. "So, does anyone want to bet that the Quidditch World Cup goes the same way? Because you have to admit that was a weird ending. I am guessing Bulgaria actually won straight up."

Ginny responds quickly. "I have 5 galleons on it being the same. Krum was good but Ireland was dominant in every other aspect of the game." Others quickly followed their lead and put money down on what they thought happened.

Hermione ignored the betting going on behind her, prepped the memories from Year Four and once ready she pressed play.

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August 15th, 1994

Sirius and Harry sat down at the dinner table, both of them famished after a long day at work and school homework. Harry's eyes widened as he caught a whiff of the delicious aromas emanating from the plates Sirius had set in front of them.

"This looks amazing, Sirius!" Harry exclaimed, picking up his knife and fork eagerly.

Sirius grinned, pleased with the compliment. "Thanks, pup. I wanted to make something special because I have some exciting news to share."

"What is it?" Harry asked, his mouth full of mashed potatoes.

"I managed to snag top box seats to the Quidditch World Cup," Sirius announced.

Harry almost choked on his food, coughing and spluttering as he tried to process the information. "Are you serious? That's incredible!"

"I am Sirius," Sirius replied, chuckling at his own joke.

Harry rolled his eyes, but he couldn't contain his excitement. "Who else are you inviting?"

Sirius said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I was thinking of inviting Andromeda and Narcissa, as well as the rest of the family - Ted, Tonks, and Draco."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, that sounds amazing! I bet they'll all love it."

Sirius nodded. "I hope so. But, I wanted to ask you - is there anyone you'd like to invite?"

Harry thought for a moment before replying. "I'll definitely contact Neville and Hermione, they'll be thrilled. And I know Ginny already wrote to say she was going with her family, but I figure she'd appreciate spending some time with her friends and away from Ron."

Sirius grinned mischievously. "And it will also antagonize Ron to know his sister is up in the best seats."

Harry chuckled. "Exactly."

Sirius shook his head, looking fondly at Harry. "You're really like your father, you know that? Enjoying tormenting Slytherins like a good Gryffindor."

Harry smiled, feeling proud to be compared to his dad. "Thanks, Sirius. I'll go write them immediately. This is super exciting. I can't wait for the World Cup!"

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August 25th, 1994

As the group made their way up to the top box, they couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of watching the Quidditch World Cup from such a prime location. However, their anticipation was short-lived as they noticed someone already occupying the box - none other than Lucius Malfoy, notorious Death Eater and former member of the Hogwarts Board of Governors. He was deep in conversation with none other than Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic himself.

Sirius scowled at the sight of Lucius, but he quickly noticed the way Lucius locked eyes with Narcissa and glared. He knew he couldn't risk having another altercation with Lucius and getting thrown out of the box, so he made sure to seat Draco and Narcissa as far away from him as possible.

However, the air in the box was thick with tension, and Hermione couldn't help but notice the uneasy expression on Narcissa's face. She decided to take matters into her own hands and sat down next to her, striking up a conversation.

"Have you read any good books this summer?" Hermione asked, trying to make small talk.

As it turned out, Narcissa was an avid reader and loved discussing books. Hermione's eyes lit up as they began talking about the various books they had read, eventually landing on the topic of potions. Hermione had just finished reading The Compendium of Arcane Elixirs by Arcturus Ardent and was eager to discuss it.

"Narcissa, have you ever read The Compendium of Arcane Elixirs by Arcturus Ardent?" Hermione asked, hoping the older woman had.

Narcissa's eyes widened in surprise. "I have! It's one of my favorites."

And with that, Narcissa and Hermione spent the rest of the match lost in deep discussion about potion theory, forgetting all about the tension in the air and the game going on across from them.

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August 25th, 1994

Ginny, Tonks, and Hermione walked back to the tent with the rest of the group, still buzzing from the excitement of the Quidditch World Cup match they had just witnessed. The conversation flowed easily, everyone discussing their favorite moments from the game.

"I still can't believe Ireland won but Krum caught the snitch. Did you see that Wronski Feint Krum pulled off?" Ginny exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Tonks grinned. "Of course I did, Ginny. I wasn't too busy chatting away like some people."

Ginny smirked, pointing at Hermione. "Yeah, some were more focused on the conversation they were having."

Hermione turned bright red at Ginny's comment, feeling embarrassed. But then she couldn't help but gush about Narcissa, "But the conversation was wonderful, Ginny. Narcissa is so smart, witty, a great conversationalist, and beautiful..."

Hermione trailed off, realizing what she had just said. She clasped her hand over her mouth and whispered, "Oh Merlin, I think I'm gay."

Ginny laughed, teasingly commenting, "Well, it's good to know you finally figured it out, Hermione."

Tonks, wanting to prevent Ginny from embarrassing Hermione any further, jumped in, "Well, Ginny I'm not sure you should be teasing Hermione. I had to prevent you from going over the railing like Harry and Draco did when the Veela performed."

Ginny shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Well, I appreciate good-looking people, what can I say?"

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Draco let out a deep sigh as he started to distribute the gold coins, looking thoroughly disappointed. Ginny reached out to take her share, and a few others followed suit.

Narcissa, on the other hand, paid no attention to her son's actions. Instead, she turned to Hermione with a playful smirk, her eyes sparkling mischievously. Leaning in close, she whispered, "If I helped 'turn' you gay in the original timeline, does that mean I get two toasters?"

Hermione's face turned bright red, her eyes glued to the memory screen. "Narcissa, please," she muttered, trying to hide her embarrassment.

Narcissa chuckled softly, her warm breath tickling Hermione's neck. "I'm just teasing, darling," she said, giving Hermione a gentle kiss on her neck. Hermione couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth spread through her body at the feeling of Narcissa's lips on her skin. Clearing her throat, Hermione pressed play on the next memory.

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August 25th, 1994

Harry, Neville, Hermione, and Ginny were sprinting through the woods, their hearts racing with fear as they tried to escape the chaos erupting at the World Cup campground. Abruptly, a voice echoed through the trees, intoning the incantation "Morsmordre," causing the group to come to an abrupt halt, their eyes fixated on the ominous dark mark looming overhead.

"Sweet Circe," Hermione breathed, her gaze transfixed by the symbol.

Before they could investigate further, the sound of apparition pierced the air, followed by a flurry of spells shouting "Stupify!" in their direction. Acting on instinct, the four teenagers dived to the ground, narrowly avoiding the spells.

As they lay there, gasping for breath, they spied Barty Crouch, a prominent Ministry official, striding towards them, his piercing eyes scanning the area for any signs of wrongdoing.

"Who among you conjured the Dark Mark?" Crouch demanded, his gaze drilling into each of them. All four vehemently denied the accusation, recounting what they had witnessed.

In the meantime, two adults returned, carrying a stunned elf clutching a wand. Crouch performed Priori Incantatem on the wand, revealing that it had been used to cast the Dark Mark.

Harry instantly recognized the wand and exclaimed, "That's my wand!"

Crouch whirled on Harry, his features twisted with fury. "Are you confessing to conjuring the Dark Mark?"

Tonks stepped forward, standing protectively in front of Harry. "With all respect, sir, Harry is the last person who would have cast that mark."

Crouch appeared skeptical, but eventually relented, redirecting his attention to the still stunned elf.

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Neville spoke up as the memory ended. "I have to say, my life may be less interesting in this timeline, but it's a lot less dangerous. Can you imagine if that many stunners hit one of us, I remember what happened to McGonagall."

Ginny grinned and raised an eyebrow. "Where's your sense of adventure, Neville?"

"In the restricted greenhouse at Hogwarts," Neville replied, deadpan. "That's where they keep all the interesting plants."

Suddenly, Harry let out a deep groan, bringing their conversation to a halt. His eyes were fixed on the timeline in front of him, his mind racing. "I just realized something," he said, his voice heavy with dread. "There's no spike in variation on Halloween, which means my name must still come out of the Goblet of Fire."

Hermione gave him a sympathetic look, as she pressed play on the next memory.

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November 24th, 1994

Fleur Delacour stood tall in the center of the arena, her heart pounding with anticipation as she clutched the golden egg in her hand. With great care and cunning, she had managed to lull the ferocious Common Welsh green dragon into a deep slumber, and she had the foresight to ensure her clothing was flame-proof before entering the arena, protecting her from any potential harm from the dragon's snore-prompted flames.

Breathing heavily, Fleur waited anxiously as the judges began to assess her performance. Madame Maxime bestowed upon her a flawless 10, eliciting a radiant smile from Fleur's lips. Mr. Crouch and Dumbledore both awarded her a well-deserved 9, which Fleur was content with.

However, Ludo Bagman's score of 8 was a bit of a disappointment, but Fleur knew that he was a mercurial character when it came to judging. Karkaroff's score of 7 was a bit of a shock, she honestly expected him to tank her score given his bigotry and underhandedness.

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Harry turned to Fleur, his piercing green eyes studying her intently. "Ya know, the original timeline just makes so much damn sense. I always wondered why you weren't first place for the first task, especially since you were the fastest and had no injuries. You only had some damage to your clothes from the dragon's fire, and you used a single spell to exploit the dragon's weakness."

Fleur chuckled softly, her blue eyes sparkling mischievously. "While I'm happy that my score makes more sense this time, I'm also thrilled that I didn't wear that bloody skirt. It looks like I stuck to my original plan and donned some pants, charming my clothes for extra fire resistance once I was out there."

Ginny raised an eyebrow at Fleur's comment. "I'm glad you're happy with your outfit change, but I gotta say, this is a pretty bizarre thing for the time traveler to change. Why bother with your score and your clothes?"

Fleur shrugged elegantly, a sly smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Who knows, chérie? Maybe they just wanted to see me in a sexier outfit while wrangling that dragon. Perhaps it's all just part of some, ah, special fantasy."

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December 19th 1994

Ron lounged in the hallway, chatting with his Slytherin cronies, Nott, Crabbe, and Goyle, when a trio of familiar faces came into view. Ignoring Ginny and Neville, his attention immediately honed in on Hermione as she approached. Without a second thought, he moved to intercept her, blocking her path with an unyielding stance.

"You're going to the Yule Ball with me," Ron declared, his tone brooking no argument.

Hermione's response was swift and sharp, her eyes blazing with fury. "Not that it's any of your concern, but I already have a date," she spat through clenched teeth.

Ron's face contorted with anger, his jaw clenching as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Who with?" he demanded, his voice dripping with jealousy. "I bet he's not even as good-looking as me."

Ginny couldn't resist chiming in, her eyes rolling in amusement. "Unlike you, Ron, Hermione can actually pull a date," she said with a smirk. "She's not desperate enough to make a fool of herself trying to ask every single Veela from Beauxbatons, including the champion who I believe looked at you with disgust then went promptly back to her conversation."

Ron's friends guffawed at his misfortune, but he refused to be deterred. "Hermione's just making it up," he insisted stubbornly. "She'll come around when she realizes that I'm the only one who wants her pathetic self."

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December 25th 1994

Harry's heart raced as he stood with Parvati, waiting for the other champions' dates to arrive. Fleur and Viktor were already there, dazzling in their formal wear and engaged in lighthearted conversation. Cedric and Cho were deep in discussion, leaving Harry and Parvati feeling somewhat awkward and out of place.

Suddenly, a stunningly beautiful girl appeared, approaching Fleur with a radiant smile. Harry and Parvati did a double-take before realizing that it was Hermione.

"Hermione?" Harry exclaimed in disbelief.

Hermione turned to him, her face aglow with excitement. "Hi, Harry! Isn't this simply marvelous?"

Harry was taken aback by Hermione's stunning appearance. Though he had always found her attractive, tonight she looked nothing short of breathtaking.

Before he could respond, Hermione turned to Viktor. "Oh, and by the way, your date Ginny is on her way. She'll be here any moment."

Just as Hermione predicted, Ginny arrived a few moments later, looking equally stunning in her formal dress. As they awaited the other students' arrivals, Harry couldn't help but notice Ron passing by, glaring furiously at Hermione. But she was too preoccupied chatting away in French with her date to notice.

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December 25th 1994

Taking a break from dancing, the group of friends - Viktor and Ginny, Hermione and Fleur, Harry and Parvati, Padma and her date Dean Thomas, as well as Neville and his date Luna - were sitting at a free table, enjoying each other's company and catching up.

Just as they were settling in, Ron stumbled over, obviously having had something to drink - most likely the spiked punch that Draco, Fred, and George had been trying to sneak in.

He approached the table rage on his face, his focus entirely on Hermione. "Really you are a fucking dyke. It's disgusting. Someone should look into fixing that."

Fleur, incensed by the insult, jumped up from her seat and grabbed Ron by the shoulder with her sharply clawed hand. Her eyes glowing gold as she growled menacingly, "What did you just say?"

Ron, in turn, turned to Fleur and spat, "Get your filthy creature hands off me, bitch."

Unbeknownst to Ron, Viktor flanked him from behind, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. "You'd better leave unless you want to be in a world of pain," he growled, his eyes flashing with anger.

Ron looked around and saw the rest of the table had drawn their wands on him as well. He realized he was outnumbered and left with a glare at them all.

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February 24th 1995

The second task had begun and the champions were now submerged in the icy waters of the Black Lake. Krum had already jumped in and transfigured a shark's head, while Cedric had cast a bubble head charm to allow him to breathe underwater. Fleur, on the other hand, took a moment to cast warming charms on herself and transfigure webbing for her feet and hands before finally jumping in and casting a bubble head charm. Quickly Harry ate some gillyweed and joined the other three champions in the water.

Fleur quickly headed down towards the center of the lake, figuring that's where the hostages would be. As she swam through the kelp, she suddenly felt something grab her leg. Turning to see what it was, Fleur saw a grindylow and more heading towards her. She began casting stunning spells at the creatures while also allowing her hand to transform into her Veela claws, slashing at the grindylow attached to her ankle and any other grindylow in range. Movement to the side showed Krum swimming towards her. The blood in the water must have attracted him and once he was close enough he began attacking the grindylows.

Sensing an opportunity to escape while the creatures were distracted, Fleur continued on towards the hostages. When she finally arrived at the Merpeople village, she saw four bodies floating, tied to rocks on the ground. Harry was already there, arguing with a merperson.

Without hesitation, Fleur headed straight for Hermione and released her from her bindings.

Noting that the other hostages were Neville and Ginny, as well as Cedric's girlfriend, Fleur was reluctant to leave, knowing Hermione would be worried about her friend and brother. However, Harry indicated that she should go, and so she headed to the surface with Hermione. As they broke through the water's surface, Fleur took in deep gulps of air, relieved to be free of the murky depths of the lake.

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February 24th, 1995

After discussing what happened down in the lake with the Merpeople, Dumbledore announced the scores for the various champions. The crowd waited in anticipation to see how their champions fared in the task.

"Fleur Delacour," Dumbledore called out, "for saving her hostage and within one minute of the time limit, receives 47 points."

Fleur beamed with pride at the announcement, feeling relieved that all her hard work had paid off.

"Cedric Diggory, for retrieving his hostage but being outside the time limit, receives 40 points," Dumbledore continued.

"Viktor Krum, for impressively transfiguring himself into a part shark but being distracted by the spilt blood in the water and failing to retrieve his hostage, receives 25 points," Dumbledore said.

Finally, Dumbledore announced Harry's score. "Harry Potter, who arrived well outside the time limit, was the first to arrive at the hostages. He refused to leave until all hostages were retrieved, and when it became obvious that Mr. Krum was not coming, he saved both Mr. Krum's and his own hostage. For showing outstanding moral fiber, he receives 45 points."

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as Harry walked back to his fellow champions, feeling proud of himself.

After the points were announced, Fleur turned to Hermione and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. A small beetle flew away, and Fleur's eyes gleamed with mischief as she made a suggestive offer.

"Would you care to join me in the Beauxbaton carriage and warm up a bit, Hermione?" Fleur asked, her words dripping with innuendo.

Hermione blushed but couldn't help feeling a thrill of excitement. She agreed, and the two girls made their way towards the carriage, leaving the others behind to chat and speculate about what the future held for the champions.

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February 24th 1995

Arriving in the luxurious room in the carriage, Fleur wasted no time in setting a blazing fire before turning to Hermione.

"I hope you don't mind if I take charge," Fleur purred, her eyes smoldering with desire.

Without waiting for a response, Fleur closed the distance between them, pulling Hermione into a fiery embrace and initiating a passionate kiss. Hermione eagerly responded, her hands tangling in Fleur's luxurious locks.

Fleur broke away from Hermione's lips and began trailing hot kisses down Hermione's neck, eliciting a low moan from the younger woman. "I think it's time we shed these damp clothes," Hermione suggested, her voice filled with a heady desire that matched Fleur's own.

With a wicked grin, Fleur started to undress Hermione, her skilled fingers deftly unbuttoning the younger woman's shirt without a word.

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Hermione's cheeks burned with humiliation as she frantically stopped the playback of the memory, her heart pounding in her chest.

The sudden halt made Draco let out a groan of disappointment, "Come on, We were just getting to the good part," he complained.

Ginny and Narcissa, clearly not impressed with his comment, sent a flurry of stinging hexes at him, causing him to yelp and jump out of his seat. "Shut up, Draco!" Ginny snapped, her voice laced with irritation.

On the other end of the room, Neville had his eyes tightly shut, clearly not wanting to accidentally see anything. "Is it safe to look now?" he asked timidly.

Harry answered him in the affirmative, "Yeah, Nev, you're good now."

Harry looked over at Hermione and couldn't resist teasing her, "I have to say, the Hermione in the original timeline was definitely bolder than the current timeline. If memory serves me right, you made Ron wait for two whole years before you slept with him."

Hermione's eyes narrowed as she retorted, "Well, I think we can all agree that Fleur is infinitely more appealing than Ron."

Fleur cursed, "Merlin, I wish I had the memory of that happening."

Ginny hit Fleur's arm, causing the older woman to laugh. "Don't worry, Gin, you're the only one for me," Fleur reassured her.

Feeling the need to regain control of the situation, Hermione spoke up, "If the peanut gallery is quite finished, we should continue with the memories."

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June 24th 1995

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Ludo Bagman's voice boomed through the stadium, "The final task of the Triwizard Tournament is upon us! Let me remind you of the current standings. In first place, with a whopping 90 points, is the talented Fleur Delacour of Beauxbaton Academy. Following closely behind with 85 points is the one and only Harry Potter of Hogwarts, and in third place with 78 points, also from Hogwarts, is Cedric Diggory. Finally, with 65 points, we have Viktor Krum of Durmstrang Institute." The crowd erupted in cheers and applause.

The spectators held their breaths as Bagman continued, "Now, without further ado, let the third and final task commence!" Bagman blew his whistle, and Fleur sprinted towards the entrance of the maze, her heart pounding with determination to emerge victorious.

Navigating through the labyrinthine maze, Fleur encountered various challenges, from boggarts to runic puzzles. Her progress was interrupted by a piercing scream and a red spark in the distance, signaling the presence of other competitors. Fleur knew she could not afford to waste time, and she pushed forward, determined to reach the end of the maze.

Suddenly, Fleur rounded a corner and came face-to-face with a Blast-Ended Skrewt. Hermione's stories about these creatures raced through her mind, but Fleur knew that now was not the time to be distracted. She quickly turned and made her way down another path.

But her progress was soon impeded by the appearance of Viktor Krum, his eyes glazed and wand at the ready. Fleur knew something was wrong and raised her wand in defense. But before she could react, Krum shouted "Crucio!" and Fleur fell to the ground, writhing in agony. Lost in pain, Fleur was unaware of Harry's arrival, who swiftly stunned Krum, stopping him from causing any further harm.

Harry rushed over to Fleur, concerned for her after the brutal attack by Krum. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of worry.

Fleur gritted her teeth and winced as she stood up, leaning on Harry for support. "I've been better, but I can keep going," she replied. She turned to Krum, who was still bound by her spell. "Incarcerous!" she cast, ensuring that he wouldn't be able to harm anyone else.

Together, they decided to send off red sparks to summon the tournament organizers to come and take Krum away. Fleur then turned to Harry, a look of determination in her eyes. "Did you hear the scream earlier?" she asked him.

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I did. Do you think it was Krum taking out Cedric?"

Fleur's face darkened. "It's likely. So, really, it's just the two of us left now."

Harry shook her hand and said, "May the best witch or wizard win." Fleur smiled back at him, and with a nod to each other, they went down different paths,

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June 24th 1995

Fleur's heart pounded with every step she took as she rounded the corner, following the light that illuminated the way to the center. As she caught a glimpse of the cup, her eyes widened in awe, but something else caught her attention.

Harry was there, his back against the hedge, fighting a colossal Acromantula with all his might. Its menacing legs scurried on the ground, searching for an opening to strike.

Without hesitation, Fleur charged forward, firing stunning spells at the spider's underbelly. The beast reared up in anger, turning its attention towards her. It latched onto her leg with its claw, lifting her high into the air.

But Harry was quick to act. "Expelliarmus!" he shouted, targeting the spider's pincers. The Acromantula dropped Fleur to the ground, her leg clearly injured. But they didn't have time to pause as the creature charged towards them again.

"Stupefy!" they cried out in unison, finally subduing the beast. Harry helped Fleur up, and she leaned against the hedge, her leg throbbing with pain.

"That was a close one," Harry said, offering Fleur a hand to help her stand.

"Merci, Harry," Fleur said, taking his hand and rising unsteadily to her feet. She leaned against the hedge for support, her injured leg throbbing. Looking Harry in the eye, she said, "I owe you one."

He nodded, his gaze scanning the area around them. "The cup is just over there," he said, indicating a spot a few yards away.

Fleur looked at him, then at the cup. "I'm not going to win any foot races like this," she said, gesturing towards her injured leg. "You should go grab it."

Harry shook his head firmly. "You just saved my life," he pointed out. "I can't just leave you here like this."

Fleur was taken aback by his words. "But you saved me from Krum," she said, feeling like they were now even.

Harry smiled, his eyes sparkling. "I guess we're even on that score then," he said. "So maybe we should both take the cup."

Fleur's face lit up with a grin. "I would like that," she said, and together they limped over to the cup, grabbing it simultaneously.

As they touched the cup, a sudden jolt of magic lifted them into the air, and they were transported to a graveyard they had never seen before.

Fleur and Harry stumbled off the portkey, dazed and confused. They looked around, trying to make sense of their surroundings.

"Where are we?" Fleur asked, her eyes scanning the area, searching for any signs of familiarity.

"I don't have a clue," Harry replied, equally bewildered. "But I've got a bad feeling about this."

Fleur's eyes widened as sudden realization dawned upon her. "Harry, the cup - it was a portkey!"

Harry nodded grimly. "I think you're right."

As they drew out their wands, their attention was caught by a short figure lurking near a headstone. The hair on the back of their necks stood on end as a cold voice echoed across the cemetery.

"Deal with the spare!"

Harry and Fleur's eyes met, both realizing the gravity of the situation. Before they could even take a breath, the short figure bellowed, "Stupify! Incarcerous!"

Fleur cried out as she was hit with the stunning spell and bound by ropes, unable to move. Harry recognized the figure as Wormtail, and his blood ran cold as the man approached them.

"She's too pretty to kill. I'd rather have some fun with her first," Wormtail said, a disgusting smirk creeping across his face as he eyed Fleur with hunger.

Harry's wand hand shook with fury. "You!" he growled, his voice laced with anger.

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June 24th 1995

Harry's heart was pounding in his chest as he leapt over the Triwizard Cup and dove to the ground. The sound of spells whizzing past him only fueled his determination to reach Fleur. He could hear the unmistakable voice of Voldemort, his nemesis, screeching in the background, "Cease fire! He's mine!"

With his hand tightly gripping Fleur's, Harry spun around and aimed his wand at the Cup. "Accio!"

The pair landed hard against the ground but they were safely back at Hogwarts.

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As the memory drew to a close, Fleur and Harry locked eyes, their lips curling into identical grins. And then, as if guided by some unseen force, they spoke in perfect unison, their voices ringing out across the room: "Cedric Lives!"