Once again I quote: "swallow this"

Albus Dumbledore sat heavily in his office, it had taken many a blackmail... favors called in, but it was done, the tri-wizard tournament was set for next school year, it had been difficult especially as he had lost a lot of clout due to people finding out about his pawn... poor Harry Potter, he needed to get the boy under his control so he could mould him into a sacrifice... prepare him to face Voldemort, with the destruction of Voldemort's horcrux Albus Dumbledore would step in and end the dark lord for the glory and gold it would fetch him... for the greater good, but first he had to conclusively find the boy and he had a plan for that, he opened the desk draw and checked it was still there, a small vial containing a few drops of blood.

In the headmistress's office of Beauxbatons a concerned and bandaged Lockheart had been informed of why he had been asked to come, the Tri-wizard had been revived, madness he thought to send children to face things that could easily kill more experienced and trained adults, but Madam Maxine had assured him she didn't like this any better than he did, even with the various ministries promising safeguards and precautions she still thought it was a dangerous waste of time but unfortunately had been overruled, that was why she had called him in, to be an advanced Defence teacher for any students willing to risk entering the tournament and also for any willing to take the class just because of the opportunity, Gilderoy agreed instantly, anything he could do to make sure these children lived through this foolishness he would do.

Draco Malfoy had woken up in the pouring cold rain, sore and weak and filled with a sense of clarity, he had experienced Tom Riddle's childhood and emotions and it had changed him, not only was Riddle a coward and a bully his so called suffering had been a bit of name calling and the occasional fistfight, compared to what Harry Potter had been through his father's master was a prancing lightweight with a persecution complex, and all the hatred he piled on others like the mundane born and half bloods... mundane born? when did he stop calling them mud... no he couldn't even think it anymore, the greatest dark lord was in fact less than a half blood practically a MB (mundane born) himself so was Dumbledore, and Potter was a half blood and he had managed to disappear and get himself adopted or something as a toddler people were not sure what had happened but it was certain he wasn't dead as gringotts had stated he was alive, it was glaringly obvious to him now that the pureblood movement was simply a bunch of privileged asshats trying to stay in power, as he walked slowly back to the academy he began to re-examine everything he had believed in.

Harry and Mina were taking it easy and recovering from their exercions, fortunately Mina's new form was quite tough and she only had a few fractures and many bruises and cuts which Harry had potions to fix, he himself was just drained of energy as he had to act so soon after the transformation and it had not had time to settle properly and so required a lot of energy to manifest it's abilities, he was a little disappointed that he wouldn't get much use out of it as it was far too impractical and it's powers were a huge drain, he assumed that since they did so in the wild he would have an easier time manipulating a pre existing storm rather than creating one himself, just one bolt of lightning had nearly caused him to pass out.

As the two pondered their new forms Brice and Fleur were waiting on them hand and foot, as they both looked pale, they chatted about it and although the second transformation was cool and everything they would stick to what they had, after all Mina would be hunted for capture and Harry stuck out like a giant sore thumb on a very small gnome.

The academy itself was in uproar, students gossiped about the attack for days, and many theories' were banded about, most were fanciful like the one about Beauxbatons having guardian beasts to Harry Potter himself riding the thunderbird to the rescue, that one had caused Harry to do a spit take, Brice to get and impromptu shower and Mina and Fleur to rush off giggling hysterically.

Eventually things calmed down and life resumed it's normal pace, study, lesson, food, sleep ect. for all but Draco, he had gone through some soul searching and now regretted many things, he had also taken a look at the library and learned what the rest of the wizarding world thought of British wizards, most considered them backwards inbread dullards who were breeding themselves to extinction, he had been shocked to discover that mundanes were much more advanced and intelligent than he had been taught by his family, especially when he found a study by a wizard who also studied science who pointed out that inbreeding like the purebloods did usually caused madness and deformities, he wanted to dismiss this as muggle nonsense but couldn't, he had heard of many pureblood children killed because of deformities, and he realised that squibs were a form of magical deformity, just how much damage to the British Magical community had been done by Purebloods spreading their self serving bullsh*t!

He found himself going from being a proud pureblood to loathing the very term, he now despised his father and mother for not only supporting this dragon dung, but being willing to sacrifice him to restore a lying coward, he only had one choice, he had to contact the main family, the Malfis, maybe they would take him in, his father had called them many nasty things which probably meant they were much lighter than the Malfoy's, perhaps he should do something his father had never willingly done, perhaps he should be honest with them.

Lockheart's lessons were a huge hit, he didn't so much teach magic as tactics and teamwork, although he did cover spells well he made sure to teach the students when to use them, using a bombarda when a simple body bind would do the trick would draw too much attention and put you at risk, sometimes the best way to win a fight is for the opponents to not even realize it had begun before it was over.

He would pull struggling students aside and help them overcome the obstacle without just giving them the answer, students like Harry who seemed to know what he was doing were asked to help in teaching some of the more timid or unskilled, Gilderoy even coached Harry on how to give instructions and explain how things worked, it was an eye opener for him how he had not realized that everyone didn't easily understand it like he did and he made sure to take Lockheart's instruction to heart.

It was the second week of February when Madam Maxine announced the upcoming Tri-Wizard Tournament, many students had no idea what it was so Lockheart as Defence teacher explained the event and revealed it was the reason he had been brought in, the headmistress wanted to do everything in her power to make sure they made it back safely, then they explained the age restrictions and just how dangerous it was but since Harry wasn't going he didn't pay it his total attention as he was designing the last of the rune sequences to send to Nick for his armor, with the final set done he sealed it up and sent it off with a school owl, it was then he began to pay attention to the discussion going on around him,

"It will be very dangerous Fleur are you sure you want to take part?" Mina asked worried,

Fleur nodded, "I must, Beauxbatons is the only school who will accept those like me, it is only fair that I repay that kindness,"

"But you could be hurt or..." Brice added quietly,

that got Harry's attention, "Hurt? by who? explain, now!"

After calming the agitated Harry who's magic had began to surge so much it had cracked the table, they explained. Harry was not happy, not happy at all, no one or no thing would endanger his only friends no way, he insisted they all meet up everyday to begin training in his form or casting, he had a few spare foci and made some simple casting sets from them and then began training his friends how to cast without using wands and demonstrating the advantages, mainly just how powerful they could end up becoming, he sent a letter to nick with instructions to produce a custom foci outfit for Fleur unfortunately due to the complexity they didn't have time to assemble armor for her as well but the set would at least provide her with some protection and a greater range of casting.

The months crawled by for Fleur, Mina and Brice due to Harry pushing them hard every single day, the weekends were worse as he could do it all day, they were in a perpetual state of exhaustion but still harry kept on it was only due to the end of term that Mina and Fleur didn't explode at him, and as they parted he gave them instructions, they dreaded what he would ask but all he said was,

"Take the next month to relax, use magic sparingly, and rest as much as you can, especially you Fleur your magic needs to recover, I will send you each a set before the term starts and you can alter it's look to any you want, I will include instructions so don't worry," he then hugged his friends before taking flight for home and his family.