AN: this one wasn't easy to write, and I haven't really taken the time to double-check the spellings, just good old autocorrect and the red underlines, if you like the chapter be sure to drop a review and a favourite!

The Quidditch World Cup was in full swing, it was the day of the finals, Fleur Delacour had come here along with her father, who was coincidentally the French Minister of Magic, Sebastian Delacour, along with her mother, Apolline and younger sister Gabrielle.

Quidditch was a sport that she enjoyed watching, even if she never went out of her way to watch it, but right now with the leering and clouded gazes surrounding her, she really didn't feel like watching it anymore.

They were in a fancy private room, full of dignitaries and diplomats, including the Bulgarian, British and Swedish Prime ministers of Magic.

Grimacing inwardly at the two boys leering at her out of the corner of her eye, she kept her calm, used to the glances as she focused on the match.

One of the boys was the Bulgarian minister of magics son, sporting black hair, while the other was the blond son of an illustrious British Family.

The thing that irked her was that her allure was under her full control, so their gazes were entirely them, but she didn't want to create a scene by calling them out, fully knowing the "allure" would be their excuse, something their families would no doubt back up, turning the situation on its head.

The Bulgarian Veela popped into view and their attention was thankfully ensnared by the dancing figures, picking the moment, Fleur muttered something about the washroom as she decided to head out into the woods, to enjoy a bit of peace and quiet.

Heading for a secluded spot she had seen earlier, she ducked underneath a tree, towards a grove of them, leading to a small but well-lit and comfortable enclosure. She stopped just before the entrance, as she saw a boy laying down on the ground, eyes closed and some... wires, ones she often saw whenever she visited muggle Paris.

'They're called, headphins, aren't they?' Pondered she as she looked closely at the boy. It was like a painting, the sunlight gently spilled over his features, lighting them up, his eyes were closed, and his head gently swayed to the music he was listening to, his cheekbones nose and jawline worked very well together, and she had to admit, he was probably the most attractive boy she had ever seen.

His eyes opened slowly, and they were mesmerizing, the sunlight caused them to shine brighter, as two pools of vibrant emerald regarded her. But Fleur Delacour was not someone who would lose the essence of herself just because she found a boy attractive.

Raising an eyebrow, she walked into the enclosure, and the boy ignored her existence, as he turned over, headphones still in ear. Fleur did not like that, she wasn't ignored often.

Walking over to the boy she tapped him on the shoulder, no response. Fleur's eyebrow twitched in irritation, reaching for her wand she decided to cast a harmless itching hex.

It was so sudden that she couldn't comprehend what happened, one moment she was reaching for her wand the other, she was suddenly slammed into the tree, the hand that had been reaching for the wand, pinned to the tree as green eyes regarded her coldly.

The boy Infront of her had her wand in his left hand as they locked eyes. she knew she was at his mercy, but she wouldn't show any weakness, her hand turned hot as she prepared to burn him alive, but his grip relaxed, and he offered her wand back to her.

Quenching the gathering fire, she took her wand back warily, "I wasn't going to curse you."

The boy moved back, surprising her slightly with how easily he disregarded her, not to be vain, but being so close to her and to know absolutely no reaction was... something that had never happend, not even the slightest twitch.

"Reflex," muttered the boy.

Her annoyance peaked, "are you gay?"

The boy visibly paused, looking at her in disbelief, causing her cheeks to color in embarrassment, trying to explain herself she quickly tried to rectify her statement, "Well I'm a veela and no one's ever had no reaction to me, I mean I kind of get it from afar, but to be that close to me and to show no reaction, so... the only thing that made sense ...was..." The boy's look of disbelief had seemed to grow more pronounced, and Fleur's cheeks flamed red as she meekly ended her rambling.

"I'm not gay," he said matter-of-factly, raising his wand, that seemed to come out of nowhere, he raised it, and it lit up, "you want me to swear on my magic or something?"

"No, I believe you!" she hastily, responded even as her cheeks flushed lightly.

He snorted, before his face turned curious, "what's a Veela?"

Fleur was taken aback, but before she could respond the boy spoke up as if he realized something, "that's what the Bulgarian mascots are right, are you one too?"

Blinking in surprise, Fleur gave him a small smile, "you couldn't tell?"

The boy shook his head, "nope, look I enjoyed being called gay and all but I'm going to go." with that he sauntered over to the opening of the clearing.

Seeing him leaving so suddenly Fleur called out after him, "Wait, what's your name?"

"Harry," and then he was gone.

Shaking her head slightly she settled down and let out a sigh of relaxation. 'Just for a moment' decided Fleur as she closed her eyes basking in the sun, 'just for a little moment.'

She woke up with a start, she hadn't meant to fall asleep. "Tempus," she chanted. Letting out a sigh of relief, it had only been 30 minutes, stretching she resolved herself to suffer through the rest of the match.

The Irish won, even if Bulgaria had caught the snitch, and Fleur was present at a private dinner that had been scheduled after the world cup, late into the night, with dignitaries from both countries milling around, it was exclusive, only open to the highest of ministry officials and Lords and Ladies of the British Wizengowment and she had even heard whispers of the boy-who-lived being in attendance as she milled around aimlessly.

Her mother and Gabrielle had both gone home and she had stayed to keep her father company. Luckily, the food here was good and with a strong application of a notice-me-not charm, she had managed to remain undisturbed, the charm was interesting.

In essence, the Notice-Me-Not Charm creates a subtle cognitive dissonance, where the observer's expectations clash with the reality of the enchanted person's presence. This discord leads to a form of selective perception, allowing the charmed individual to navigate situations without being noticed.

Of course it had its fallacies, someone strong enough could see through it easily enough, and if she was being looked for very specifically, she would be easily noticed, but coupled with the fact that her mother and sister were absent, it was easy to assume she had left with them.

Tired, she decided to get some fresh air. Leaving the room and taking a deep breath, she sipping her drink, that's when pandemonium erupted.

"DEATH EATERS!" sounded out a scream followed by multiple other screams, Fleur's eyes widened in shock as suddenly people were running around, panicked, there was another scream, closer and it sounded young, Fleur's body seemed to move before her mind caught up, as she ran into the woods on her left, towards the scream.

Bursting into the clearing she saw a girl lying on the ground, her body still, she was young, about her age, she would guess, her black hair pooled around her as her eyes stared lifelessly at Fleur. She was dead and towards the right she could see three laughing men, complete with black masks and cloaks.

They hadn't seen her yet, "That's another one for me, isn't it?"

"I'm still in the lead, Nott."

"Come on, they barely counted, they didn't struggle like this one, and look her body's warm, and she ain't too bad looking

She glared at them, palming her wand, rage overtook her as she silently cast an overpowered stunner, knocking one into a tree and into unconsciousness, her other stunner unfortunately hit the third and silent death eater's shield.

tsking in frustration, her position given away, she decided to emerge and fired off a powerful reductors curse, which wobbled the shield, but it held strong.

The death eaters to their credit were quick and she had to jump out of the way of a particularly nasty looking gray spell, transfiguring the earth as soon as she hit the ground Fleur created a dome, which was subsequently bombarded with spells.

Knowing it wouldn't hold for long she eye's glowed as she connected with her inner fire, summoning it to her non-wand arm, she struck as soon as the dome, broke, she aimed her flames at the one on the right, catching him unprepared, not wasting a moment she cast a disarming charm on the oncoming curse, the charm had more uses than just throwing someone's wand up into the air, and it was shown as the spell fizzled out.

The man was undeterred, but he was outmatched, as they traded spell fire, with one of his friends knocked out and one burnt to a crisp and she was winning.

But life rarely goes as planned as she was thrown to the ground, her wand flying to an outstretched hand behind her, two more death eaters had crept up.

SHe knew she was in trouble, her fire was a good supplementary tool, but it had no chance against a death eater, let alone four!

"Crucio!" the death eater she had stunned had woken up to find one of his comrades dead and the killer was right in front of him, he didn't hold back.

She screamed and they seemed to make a game of it as they took turns to see who could make her scream the loudest.

She received a brief respite as they seemed to debate among themselves, her eyes struggled to stay open, the pain was like nothing she had ever felt before and she could barely think 'am I going to die, I don't want to, I really don't want to,' despaired Fleur, as a tear slipped out of her eye.

Thoughts of her mother, father and sister came forth as she lay there, they seemed to have decided what to do as one of them readied his wand and Fleur closed her eyes accepting her faith.

A moment passed then two and she felt the slightest trace of magic, but not aimed at her, confused, she opened her eyes, and they widened in shock,

Four dead bodies lay strewn in the clearing, their heads had been removed from their bodies, and it had happened so quickly they hadn't even been able to react.

Even in her shock, she could pick up the fading trace of magic and she felt it was... familiar.

"FLEUR!" screamed out a voice that she thought she might never hear again.

"PAPA!" she screamed back, ignoring her protesting throat, "OVER HERE!"

Her father erupted into the clearing, ignoring the carnage as he ran to her, even as tears of joy left Fleur's eyes. It wouldn't be till she was secure and in her bed in France, when she'd realize, the fading magic had been awfully similar to the boy in the forest.

It was a benefit of being a part-Veela, she was more sensitive to someone's magic. That very week her father had told her the Tri-Wizard tournament, it was at Hogwarts.

The boy often came to mind, he looked tall, maybe a seventh year, maybe even older, would he be at Hogwarts?!

Anxiety gripped her as they made their way into Hogwarts, and she scanned the tables, Madam Maxine was talking to Dumbledore, but she couldn't focus on that, he wasn't in Gryffindor, where she'd thought he'd be, not in Ravenclaw either or Hufflepuff, turning to the last table almost in defeat, THERE! She saw him, sitting almost isolated from his peers, head shoved in a book, not even looking at the arriving students.

Keeping her eyes locked onto him, she ignored the student from Hogwarts who was talking to her, he looked... different, it was the posture, it seemed quite lazy, there was a visible slouch and the vibe coming off him was similar to that of an obnoxious child, nothing like it had been before.

Turning to the rambling student, she cut him off, "Is that boy named Harry?" she spoke in her slightly accented English, pointing to the Slytherin table.

He paused but seemed to take in stride, yup that's Harry Potter, the frankly quite average brother of the Boy-Who-Lived, he keeps quiet, the only redeeming quality he possesses are his muscles, I could take three of him in a duel!

He continued rambling, unknowing of the turmoil brewing inside Fleurs brain, had she imagined his magic in the air? Was it really not him, and he was a Potter! Why hadn't she ever heard of him if he was that strong, she hadn't even known the Potter family had a second child.

Then began the days of silent observation, she followed him during the day, but he seemed to just laze around or sleep most of the time and Fleur had accepted she might have made a mistake, as she focused on the Tri-Wizard tournament ignoring the small wiggling doubt that stayed.

As she spent the days poring over the magic available in Hogwarts, admittedly quite large, library and before she knew it the selection was here.

Cool confidence filled her as she stared at the chit in Dumbledore's hand, it had to be her, she refused to believe it was someone else.

"The Champion for Beauxbatons is... Fleur Delacour."

She got up coolly, even as her classmates dramatically erupted into tears, she ignored them, like she always had and walked up proudly entering the room.

She couldn't hear anything, but it wasn't long till Viktor Krum walked in, giving her a slight nod, which she returned and they sat in silence.

Then he walked in, so casually, so gracefully, so nonchalantly, not knowing he had reignited the turmoil she had barely quelled, not knowing he had raised questions that hadn't meant to be raised again.

He sat down on a bench casually ignoring her stunned face and Viktors questioning gaze, her suspiscions instantly answered as in burst in Dumbledore, his deputy, McGonagall, the potions master, Snape, the crazy professor with one eye, Moody, Madam Maxine, Karakroff and the two Judges, Crouch and Bagman.

There was a silent stare down as stared at the boy, who seemed to barely register their presence. It was broken by Dumbledore, who walked forward heavily, "did you put your name in the goblet?"

Harry looked up and his Aura seemed to change as he smiled coldly, "Yes."

"And how did you get past the age line?"

"You already know how don't you."

Everyone's faces seemed to reflect their confusion; they obviously didn't know the whole story.

"What are you talking about Albus?" burst in McGonagall asking the question that was on everyone's mind.

"I will not disclose how exactly Mr. Potter made it past the age line but I examined the goblet on my way in and do not believe he has tampered with the Goblet itself."

"Of course, I wouldn't do that even if I could, there would be no point, plus, I knew I would be picked."

"I thought you were bereft of the Potter arrogance, seems that I was wrong." interjected Professor Snape looking at the boy with a small measure of disappointment, Fleur looked at him in confusion, wondering what he was talking about, did he mean Harry's brother or father?

Harry gave him a small smile, "is it arrogance when I was proven right? After all according to you headmaster, the goblet is untampered."

Dumbledore nodded his head, Fleur noticed he hadn't looked away from Harry, who seemed at ease as could be in the situation.

She also noticed that the deputy had not come to terms with everything yet.

"But to be picked out of everyone else, he's only in his fourth year, added to the fact he barely scrapes by in my classes!"

Harry laughed; it wasn't a pleasant one decided Fleur; the mocking quite clear, "funny isn't it Professor, how little attention you seem to pay, I was curious if you would pay attention to a Slytherin, so I hit the minimum threshold for an acceptable exactly 5 times in a row to see if you'd notice. You didn't."

McGonagall seemed to be contemplating his words even as her eyes widened, "but why would you do that, why hide your capabilities?"

"I had my reasons, but I'll make it clear once and for all, what it means for my name to come out of the goblet is that I'm more worthy than every single Hogwarts student who put their name in."

The door slammed open, and she startled slightly as Mad-eye Moody walked inside, he stomped furiously towards Harry, snarling, "How did you do it brat, how did you trick the goblet?!"

"If you were here a couple of minutes earlier you would know I didn't."

Moody did not like that, as he grabbed Harry by his collar, ignoring the cries behind him at his sudden actions, he got close to Harry's face and spoke with as much venom as he could muster, "If you don't tell me what you did to fiddle with the goblet you won't like what I do."

Harry gripped Moody's hands and as if he was a four-year old moved them from his collar, he notched an eyebrow unimpressed as Moody struggled to remove his arms from Harry's grasp

"Harry." rang out Dumbledore's voice, as Harry gave one last squeeze and let Moody move away.

"This is quite dishonest from you Dumbledore, why I would have broadened my selection if I knew 14 year olds would be allowed!" Barged in Karakroff

Harry scoffed, "insulting your own champion has to be a new low for even you Karakroff."

Karakroff turned red but held it in instead giving him an oily smile, "I never meant for it to be taken that way, maybe you have a point, of course what 14-year-old stands a chance against Viktor."

"Well, I for one could not care less if he entered the tournament he made his own bed, the rules please Mr. Bagman.

Well, shall we crack on, then?" he said, rubbing his hands together and smiling around the room. "Got to give our champions their instructions, haven't we? Barty, want to do the honors?"

Mr. Crouch seemed to come out of a deep reverie. "Yes," he said, "instructions. Yes…the first task…" He moved forward into the firelight. Close up,Fleur could see the lines on his face, they made him look much older than he really was, Fleur thought he looked quite ill.

"The first task is designed to test your daring," he told Harry, Fleur, and Viktor, "so we are not going to be telling you what it is. Courage in the face of the unknown is an important quality in a wizard…very important.

"The first task will take place on November the twenty-fourth, in front of the other students and the panel of judges. The champions are not permitted to ask for or accept help of any kind from their teachers to complete the tasks in the tournament."

"The champions will face the first challenge armed only with their wands. They will receive information about the second task when the first is over. Owing to the demanding and time-consuming nature of the tournament, the champions are exempted from end- of-year tests."

Mr. Crouch turned to look at Dumbledore.

"I think that's all, is it, Albus?"

"I think so," said Dumbledore, who was looking at Mr. Crouch with mild concern. "Are you sure, you wouldn't like to stay at Hogwarts tonight, Barty?"

"No, Dumbledore, I must get back to the Ministry," said Mr. Crouch. "It is a very busy, very difficult time at the moment…I've left young Weatherby in charge…Very enthusiastic…a little overenthusiastic, if truth be told…"

"You'll come and have a drink before you go, at least?" said Dumbledore.

"Come on, Barty, I'm staying!" said Bagman brightly. "It's all happening at Hogwarts now, you know, much more exciting here than at the office!"

"I think not, Ludo," said Crouch with a touch of his old impatience.

The door suddenly slammed open as a woman with red hair and green eyes marched in followed by a man, with black hair and brown eyes, they were quite famously known as the parents of the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Albus what's this about Harry being in the Tri-Wizard tournament, you said it'd only be for people of age!" demanded Lily Potter.

"He broke through the age line, Lily," answered Snape.

She could see the shock running through them, they were quite obviously also in the dark regarding their son.

"Harry broke through the age line! How?! Did you make a mistake Albus?"

"While it is possible, I may have made one, I believe it to be unlikely."

"Then... how?"

"It's simple isn't it." drawled an amused voice belonging to the person at the heart of the matter, I used the cloak"

At his word Lily turned her attention to her son, a frown on her face, "Harry I am so disappointed in you!"

James backed her up, "this isn't a joke Harry, you could die out there!"

He didn't like that, the hand facing her clenched and she could almost see his nails digging into his skin, but just as suddenly it unclenched as he stood up and faced his parents with a smile that seemed... wrong on him, it was so obviously forced, yet they didn't seem to pick up on it.

Harry then spoke, his voice a bit too cheery. "You know I felt if I was part of the tournament, you would take what I'm about to tell you better."

The Potters only shot him confused looks.

"I got a girl pregnant last Christmas, it's a girl, congratulations!"

With that Harry Potter walked to the door, leaving a stunned group of people behind him, he rounded the corner before popping his head back in. "I was kidding, be seeing you now."

She was out of her seat instantly, she walked into the now hall, finding no trace of Harry she decided to take a chance and entered the exit to her left, there she heard a faint voice, following it she discovered Harry leaning over a desk with his hands placed on either ends.

"You could die huh, I wish it were that easy."

Suddenly his head Snapped towards Fleur and he glared at her, "what do you want?"

Fleur took a deep breath, "do you remember me, back at the world cup?"

"Is that why you've been following me, you're the girl in the forest are you not."

She gasped, "So it was you who saved me!"

A look of confusion crossed his face, "what do you mean saved you?"

She knew it wasn't going to be that easy, but this had been a long day for him, and it wouldn't be too hard to get him to slip up.

"Didn't you save me out in the woods?"

He scoffed, "I left early that day, the fancy stuff isn't my thing."

She let a triumphant smirk flutter across her face, "I never told you when it happened."

Harry raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "I assumed you were talking about the very public death eater attack that happened at the Quidditch World Cup?"

It wasn't going to be that easy huh, she would succeed though, she was Fleur Delacour.

She raised an eyebrow back, "but I saw you."

Harry kept his eyebrow raised, "and I told you I was home alone that day."

She let her expression drop into a smile, "alright, but can I see your Walkman, I've been interested in them since I saw you wear one!"

Harry also let his expression drop, but it was neutral as he fished out his Walkman and handed it to Fleur.

She could feel her facing lighting up in triumph as she took his Walkman into her hands, "You know I hadn't seen it close enough to know for sure, but that earbud cover looks awfully new." Her eyes glistened as she took out an almost identical cover to the ones covering Harry's Walkman.

Before she knew it, she was pinned to the wall and Harry had his elbow resting lightly on her throat.

But she knew this was going to happen, as she slowly raised her hands, "I'm going to go for my wand, but I swear I won't hurt you."

Receiving a nod, she went for wand and make sure to point it away from him, I Fleur Isabelle Delacour, do hereby swear on my magic to keep Harry Potter's actions in saving me a secret unless he allows otherwise, or till he trusts me enough to make the decision on my own, so mote it be."

She could see he was stunned as he let her go, "then why go to such lengths to verify that it was me?"

She took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around him, as he stilled, "thank you Harry." She whispered and let her lips softly collide with his cheek, with that she moved to go and put an end to the long day, leaving a shocked Harry Potter behind.

She smiled to herself, "Still got it."