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As Harry approached the tunnel to the first task of the TriWizard Tournament, he heard the roaring of the crowd. Well at least he hoped it was the crowd, because if that was the dragon, he was going to go take a nap. As he got closer, he started to think back to how this year could have already gotten off on the wrong foot. If he had to guess it would be back to the end of the World Cup. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply, Harry could clearly remember that night and how the events led up to a confession from the girl he never realized he loved.
FLASHBACK
"HAAARRY!" Hermione screamed. The crowd of people running around in panic made it hard for Harry to hear his bushy, haired friend as they got separated.
It was just hours after the Quidditch World Cup, and mass panic was currently in effect. Why? Because dear old Tom's butt buddies decided to get drunk and have a good laugh. Now Harry found himself in a crowd of panicked Quidditch fanatics trying to not get trampled, and add on to that he was separated from his friends. Oh and his wand was still somewhere back in camp.
Harry managed to extricate himself from the panicked crowd and soon found himself in the treeline where his friends were supposed to be. Somewhere. As Harry jogged further into the treeline, he heard an ear piercing screech.
Wincing from the noise, Harry ran towards it, determined to help whoever it was. As the screaming persisted, Harry soon heard laughing mixed in.
"Look boys, how the little Veela squirms." Harry heard.
"Little? Nothing little 'bout this Veela, Carrow. I mean look at the size of the creature's chest. Definitely dark magiks involved with that, we should inspect it further."
"Quiet, you imbecile. Have you forgotten that we don't use our names." The taller man, Harry now identified as someone named Carrow, said.
"What is the harm, the filthy creature, is currently experiencing a Cruciatus. She heard nothing. Plus she and the little girl under her will soon be Imperioused anyways."
Harry didn't like the sound of any of that. The man then raised his wand, the sickening yellow glow on the wand ready to fire. Harry then ran out of the woods and tackled the hooded man to stop the firing of the spell. With a grunt of surprise, the man and Harry fell to the ground and tumbled over the tree roots. Before Harry could recover, he felt himself be launched backwards to where the girl was lying curled over the top of what Harry assumed was her sister. Harry looked up in the dirt and saw the girls wand laying in the ground.
'Better than nothing' Harry thought as he picked it up and faced the two men.
"Potter. I should have known you would have showed up. Well at least I can have a little fun now." The masked man said. "Crucio!"
Before Harry could get a spell off, he felt an unbearable pain course through his limbs and head. The pain made him want to scream, but he knew he couldn't. Using every fiber of will that he had Harry raised the wand and screamed in rage. Suddenly a concussive blast shot out of the wand and caught both men in the blast sending them flying into the trees with a sickening crack.
Shaking off the racking pain through his body, Harry slowly walked over to the girl. She had long silvery blonde hair, which was in disarray. Her clothes were cut up and torn, her top was shredded. Disregarding all of that, Harry softly shook the girls shoulder.
"Excuse me Miss? The two men are gone its safe to get up now." Harry said softly. Seeing the girl was unresponsive, Harry gently rolled the girl over to look at the little sister. She too was unconscious. Harry then took off the long sleeve sweater that he was wearing and put it on the older girl. He then put the older girl on his back and then picked up the little girl.
As he started to walk, Harry then saw a flash of light to his right and then felt his scar erupt in pain with the echo of a laugh ringing softly in his ears. Legs feeling like they were going to buckle brought Harry back to the real world and kept walking forward to the area he saw the light. Then after a few minutes of tripping through the woods, Harry came across a group of adults firing off red spells.
"Stop!" yelled a voice he recognized. "STOP! That's my son!" Moving a bit quicker, Harry called out, "Mr Weasley!" Everyone paused and looked towards Harry.
"Harry!" A bushy haired missile in the form of Hermione ran forward, and tried to tackle him, but quickly stopped when she saw what he was carrying.
"Harry, what trouble did you get into now?" Hermione asked.
Harry sighed, "Could I get a little help here. The older girl was hit with something called a Cruciatus, and the little one is unconscious."
Hearing Harry say this, the group of twenty or so adult wizards and witches turned their attention to the girls in question.
"My daughters!? A short man ran from the group of wizards. He then started to cast what Harry assumed were diagnostic spells since they sounded similar to what Madam Pomfrey usually cast on him. "Merci. Mr. Potter. Can you tell me what happened?" Harry then explained what he saw and heard, then he handed the girls wand back to her father.
Taking it from Harry, the man again said thanks, and then turned to the group and spoke a few quick words in French. Two women from the group came over and levitated the girls from Harry and quickly carried them away from the area.
"Mr. Potter, what direction did you leave the Death Eaters?" Harry then pointed in the direction he came from and the man and two others raced into the forest.
"Harry-" Mr. Weasley began.
"Out of the Way! All of you." A cold voice said. It was Mr. Crouch. He and the other Ministry wizards were closing in on them. Mr. Crouch's face was taut with rage. As soon as Harry heard that they were trying to blame someone for casting something, he ignored it. He was too tired to fully focus and was starting to fall over. Thankfully Hermione was able to help keep him on his feet. Well at least until Mr. Diggory came back with an elf and his wand.
"Hey thats my wand." Harry said. While leaning heavily on Hermione, Harry extended his hand and his wand flew into it. That was new, but Harry was too tired to care.
"Is this a confession? You threw it aside after you conjured the Mark?" Amos Diggery interrogated.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you people?" Harry asked angrily, "Do I look like I am in any condition to cast anything let alone toss away my wand? Fucking idiots."
"Harry!" Hermione squeaked out, as some of the adults looked irritated and sheepish.
"Amos, think who you're talking to!" said Mr. Weasley, very angrily. "Is Harry Potter likely to conjure the Dark Mark?"
Amos then looked a little embarrassed, "Right. Um. . . Arthur, why don't you get the kids out of here, Mr. Potter looks a little tired."
Wanting to say something Harry started to open his mouth but Hermione softly elbowed him in the side. But seeing that they were going to leave, Harry said nothing. As he started to walk forward, the world went dark and Harry promptly fell over.
Two Months Later
Harry found himself sitting in the Great Hall, the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang had just arrived, and Dumbledore was about to start talking.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and - most particularly - guests," said Dumbledore, beaming around at the foreign students. "I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable. The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast," said Dumbledore. "I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home!"
As the food piled onto the table, with all sorts of unique dishes that Harry had never seen before, Harry heard a small voice behind him.
"Excuse me, are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?"
Harry turned around and was slightly shocked it was the girl from the forest. While Harry appeared slightly shocked, it was nothing compared to the girl's reaction. She let out a small gasp and said, "It's you, my chevalier!" She then rushed forward, grabbed Harry's shirt by the collar, and planted a searing hot (at least to Harry) kiss on his lips. After a few minutes, she pulled away, leaving Harry stunned, along with the rest of the hall speechless.
The girl then said, "Oui. Mr Potter, this thank you will have to do for now. I have something extra special for you later, and you will be mine. Mr. Chevalier. This I, Fleur Delecour, pledge." The girl then picked up the bouillabaisse and walked to the Ravenclaw table with a little extra sway in her hips.
Nobody said anything. Noone could say anything. Well, nobody but Ron Weasley.
"Bloody Hell."
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