CHAPTER 12 – NEW ACQUAINTANCES AND PERSISTENT RIVALRIES
As Jean-Sebastian Delacour continued to watch the bustling platform, he couldn't help but notice the diverse mix of students and families that had gathered to see off the young witches and wizards. It was a sight that warmed his heart, reminding him of the unity and camaraderie that defined the magical community. Families bid tearful farewells, while old friends exchanged excited whispers and laughter. The Hogwarts Express, in its crimson glory, stood at the center of it all, a steadfast pillar of tradition in a rapidly changing world.
Jean-Sebastian marveled at the train itself. Its gleaming carriages, emblazoned with the Hogwarts crest, stood in stark contrast to the ordinary Muggle trains that passed through the bustling station. The steam from its engine puffed majestically into the crisp morning air, adding to the mystique of the moment. It was as if the train had a personality of its own, an enchanted guardian that watched over generations of young witches and wizards.
While the magic of the Hogwarts Express was undeniable, Jean-Sebastian's thoughts also drifted to the extraordinary enchantments that hid it from the Muggle world. As he watched the oblivious Muggle commuters rushing to their own trains, he couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority that the wizarding world held. The concealed platform, the train's hidden nature, and the entire existence of the magical world tucked away from Muggle knowledge served as a constant reminder of the secret power and knowledge that wizards possessed. It was a delicate balance between revealing and concealing, and the Hogwarts Express embodied this balance perfectly.
And then there was the age-old question of tradition versus progress. As someone who had witnessed the evolution of magical transportation, Jean-Sebastian couldn't help but appreciate the charm of the Hogwarts Express, even in an age where Apparition and Portkeys were commonplace. It was a testament to the enduring magic of Hogwarts and the timeless allure of train travel. The train was more than just a mode of transportation; it was a bridge between generations, a symbol of continuity and the unbreakable bond between past and present.
As the train's whistle echoed through the station, signaling the imminent departure, Jean-Sebastian couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia for his own school days. Beauxbatons had its grandeur and elegance, but it lacked the enchanting quirkiness of the Hogwarts Express and its platform hidden within a Muggle station. He realized that traditions were not just about convenience; they were about the shared experiences and memories that bound generations of witches and wizards.
Watching the young students, their faces filled with wonder and anticipation, Jean-Sebastian understood that the Hogwarts Express would continue to play a vital role in the magical world. It was a symbol of magic's enduring charm, a testament to the power of tradition in an ever-changing world, and a rite of passage that united generations of witches and wizards on their journey to Hogwarts, the place where dreams and magic intertwined.
Jean-Sebastian's concerns about the unsupervised hours on the Hogwarts Express were well-founded, but as he observed the group of friends that Harry, Fleur, and their companions had formed, he couldn't help but feel reassured. This close-knit circle of students had faced challenges and confrontations together, which had only strengthened their bond over the years. Harry's leadership, supported by Fleur's unwavering presence, played a significant role in maintaining order and ensuring the safety of the students during the journey.
The incidents involving the Malfoy heir were particularly troubling, but Jean-Sebastian knew that Harry and his friends had dealt with them skillfully in the past. It was a testament to their maturity and resourcefulness. The reputation of the Malfoy family was widely known, but with Harry and his group of friends, they were more than capable of handling any situation that might arise.
Fleur's presence added an extra layer of protection. Despite the perceptions some British wizards held about her due to her participation in the Triwizard Tournament, she was, without a doubt, a supremely skilled and powerful witch. Her dedication to Harry and the group was unwavering, and Jean-Sebastian had no doubt that she would go to great lengths to ensure their safety.
The strength of a united group of friends was a powerful force that should never be underestimated. Their loyalty, determination, and collective talents made them a formidable team. As the three teenage wizards embarked on the train, Jean-Sebastian couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the bond they had formed and the support they provided to one another.
The train journey began with warmth and excitement as Harry, Neville, and Luna joined their friends. The heartfelt greetings exchanged between them showcased the genuine camaraderie that defined their group. Despite having seen each other only a few days ago, their enthusiasm remained undiminished, reflecting the deep friendships that had been forged over the years.
As Neville and Luna secured their belongings in the compartment, Fleur's curiosity was piqued. She couldn't help but inquire about the whereabouts of the Weasley family, known for their close connection to Harry and their vibrant presence in the wizarding world. Her eyes scanned the bustling platform in search of the familiar red hair and freckles, eager to greet them and include them in the upcoming adventure.
Amusement danced in Harry and Hermione's eyes as they exchanged glances, and Harry playfully checked his watch before casting a mischievous glance in Fleur's direction.
"They should be arriving in approximately ten minutes," Harry replied with a twinkle in his eye, clearly enjoying the impending surprise.
Bemused, Fleur glanced down at her own watch, her brow furrowing. "But the express is scheduled to depart in ten minutes."
By now, Harry and Hermione were both suppressing laughter, much to Fleur's growing exasperation, which Jean-Sebastian couldn't help but notice.
"Fleur, the Weasleys have a bit of a reputation for being fashionably late," Harry explained with a chuckle.
Hermione chimed in, saying, "They have a tradition of rushing in just before the train departs. It's become a sort of yearly spectacle that everyone who's ever ridden this train since Bill started school looks forward to."
The trio shared a hearty laugh, and Harry regaled them with the tale of their last-minute arrival for his second year at Hogwarts. He described vividly how he and Ron had found the platform entrance closed just as they were about to board, leading to a mad dash through the barrier. It was a story filled with youthful hijinks and nostalgia, which lightened the mood in the compartment.
However, Jean-Sebastian couldn't fully shake the worry that had been gnawing at him. The presence of Professor Umbridge at Hogwarts had cast a shadow of concern over him. He knew the woman's reputation for cruelty and intolerance, and he had no doubt that she would seize any opportunity to assert her authority, even to the detriment of his eldest daughter, Fleur.
A deep scowl crept onto Jean-Sebastian's face at the thought. He vowed silently that he would take swift and decisive action if Umbridge were to overstep her bounds or mistreat his child in any way.
The conversation was abruptly interrupted by the train's whistle, a stark reminder that departure was imminent, with only five minutes remaining. The atmosphere in the compartment shifted from lightheartedness to a more somber tone. Hugs were exchanged, farewells spoken, and Jean-Sebastian seized the moment to offer some final words of guidance and reassurance to the departing teenagers.
"Have a wonderful time at school," he advised, his tone earnest and filled with fatherly concern. "And remember, if Umbridge attempts anything untoward, do not hesitate to contact your Headmaster. You can reach out to me for any assistance you may require."
His words carried a weight of authority, a reminder that he was not only Fleur's father but also a respected member of the magical community. It was a subtle but clear message that he would go to great lengths to protect his daughter and her friends from any harm or injustice during their time at Hogwarts.
As Fleur stepped forward to embrace her father and bid her farewells, Jean-Sebastian held her tightly, knowing that this would be the last time she left for school. After this year, she would graduate from Hogwarts and step into the wider world of adulthood. A lump formed in his throat as he pulled back slightly, gazing into the eyes of his beautiful daughter, whose journey into the next phase of her life was about to begin.
"I am immensely proud of you, Fleur," he admitted, his eyes slightly misty as he spoke from the depths of his heart.
"Thank you, Papa," Fleur replied, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and love.
She hesitated for a moment before continuing, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "I want you to know that I'm quite content with my situation, Papa. I was a bit upset about the betrothal, especially since you never thought to inform me of its existence! I was worried it wouldn't work out. But, now, I believe it's all for the best. I think I'll be very happy with Harry."
A sigh of relief escaped Jean-Sebastian. He had wrestled with the decision to enact the marriage contract, knowing that it could affect his daughter's future. He didn't want to rob her of the chance at happiness, and he had received positive reports about Harry. He believed that the young man would treat Fleur well. Yet, this alone didn't guarantee her happiness. The fact that she and Harry got along so well was precisely what he had hoped to hear.
"I'm pleased to hear that," he responded with a contented smile. "I believe you two will thrive together. Just remember to confide in one another, watch out for each other; it will strengthen your bond and ease your transition."
"We will, Papa. Harry is very protective of his friends, and I know he'll be looking out for me as much as I will for him."
Jean-Sebastian released his daughter, and after the general farewells were exchanged, the three teenagers boarded the train. Jean-Sebastian couldn't help but chuckle as the prediction regarding the Weasleys came true. Just moments before the train embarked on its lengthy journey, the bustling Weasley family dashed onto the platform, the red-haired family members sprinting toward the train. He exchanged an amused glance with Fleur through the window as the train gave a jolt and began to move along the tracks.
"Is it just me, or has this year been the hardest to let her go?" Apolline inquired, her voice carrying a touch of nostalgia as they waved their final goodbyes to the departing students.
"It's her last year of school," Jean-Sebastian replied with a touch of bittersweet nostalgia. "This time next year, she'll be searching for a job. She's all grown up, and it's both a proud and emotional moment for us." The passing of time was a reminder of the inevitable transition from childhood to adulthood, and Jean-Sebastian couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and wistfulness as he watched the train carry Fleur and her friends away on the next stage of their journey.
"That makes me feel so old!" Apolline added, half-jokingly, as they watched the train until it vanished from view.
Amused by her remark, Jean-Sebastian draped his arm around his wife's shoulders. "My dear, you are every bit as stunning today as you were the day I first laid eyes on you. And we're not all that old, you know."
"Well, we're certainly not that young anymore," came Apolline's somewhat grumbling response. "A grown daughter." She glanced down at her younger daughter, Gabrielle, who was gazing up at her parents with a curious expression. "And this little one will be following in her sister's footsteps before long." She offered Gabrielle a warm smile and an affectionate hug.
"You're absolutely right," Jean-Sebastian concurred, gently steering his wife and younger daughter away from the platform. "But not today."
Apolline's question shifted the focus to the journey itself. Harry, who had a year of experience riding the Hogwarts Express under his belt, was asked about the duration of the trip to Hogsmeade.
"About eight hours, more or less," Harry responded.
Harry observed his new betrothed with a slight smile playing on his lips. Fleur's demeanor reminded him of himself on his first journey to Hogwarts—filled with excitement and anticipation of the new adventure, yet tinged with a touch of apprehension about the unknown.
Fleur had, of course, visited Hogwarts before. She had spent most of the previous year at the school, after all. However, this time felt different. It marked her first ride on the Hogwarts Express, and while it might not have had the same fantastical flair as the flying horse-drawn Cinderella carriage she used last year, the journey on the magical train held its own enchanting charm. Most significantly, she was returning to Hogwarts as a student, not a visitor, and that made all the difference for the young woman.
Harry was well aware of her insecurities, even if she hadn't explicitly voiced them. Their conversations had provided him with insight into her worries, particularly her fear that her experience at Hogwarts might mirror her time at Beauxbatons: surrounded by acquaintances but devoid of close friends, forever set apart by her heritage.
As they embarked on the long train journey to Hogwarts, it was not just the scenery outside the window that was on their minds. Fleur's emotional journey, her adjustment to a new school and country, and her budding relationship with Harry would be central to her Hogwarts experience. Harry, ever the protector and guide, was ready to support her every step of the way.
Fleur's concerns about fitting in at Hogwarts were met with Harry's unwavering confidence. He reassured her that his presence alone would open doors for her among his friends, as they would readily accept her because he did. He knew that the Weasley twins being in her year would be a significant advantage in helping her navigate the transition and establish connections with their peers. It was an outlook that filled Fleur with optimism as she looked toward her future at the magical school.
The one remaining question that lingered in the back of their minds was the Sorting Hat's decision regarding Fleur's house. Professor Dumbledore had not provided any details about when or how she would be sorted. However, Harry had a strong belief that she would join him in Gryffindor. While her intelligence could have placed her in Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, he felt, was the most fitting choice, as it would offer her the greatest sense of belonging and acceptance.
The initial part of the journey was marked by lively and pleasant conversation. Ron and Ginny had joined them in their compartment, alongside Luna and Neville, creating a slightly cramped but cheerful atmosphere. The Weasley twins had briefly stopped by to greet them as the train departed but quickly departed in search of their partner in crime, Lee Jordan, undoubtedly plotting the sort of mayhem that had become their trademark throughout their final year at the school. Harry had no doubt that their last year at Hogwarts would be far from uneventful.
Around half an hour into the journey, the jovial atmosphere was interrupted by the train's loudspeaker announcement: "Your attention, please: All prefects are to assemble in the prefects' car for the prefects' meeting."
As the sole occupants of the compartment who held the position of prefects, Harry and Hermione promptly retrieved their school robes, ready to fulfill their responsibilities.
"You know, I've always wondered how the loudspeaker works, when wizards have no knowledge of Muggle electronics, let alone the capability or interest to create them," Harry mused as he donned his robes.
Hermione rolled her eyes playfully. "You'd know if you had taken Runes, Harry."
"It's all done with Runes?" Harry inquired, genuinely intrigued.
"It's similar to the lights and other devices you saw at my home, Harry," Fleur added to the conversation. "The microphone they use has a modified Sonorus charm. Instead of merely amplifying the sound, it transmits it to a set of similar runes in each compartment, which then amplify the sound."
As they continued to discuss the magical intricacies behind the train's loudspeaker system, the Hogwarts Express carried them closer to another year of adventure and discovery at Hogwarts, where they would encounter new challenges and forge deeper bonds of friendship.
"That's rather ingenious," Harry admitted, after a brief moment of reflection.
Fleur smiled, appreciating Harry's interest in the magical world's innovations. "Thank you, Harry. Muggles have some remarkable inventions, but I must say the magical world has its fair share of innovations as well."
"That does sound intriguing," Harry replied, his curiosity piqued. He then turned to Hermione, who was engrossed in weaving her hair into a French braid. "I had no idea runes were so versatile. Would you consider tutoring me in Runes this year?"
Hermione, taken aback by the unexpected request, paused in her hairstyling and gazed at him with a hint of disbelief. "You actually want to learn Runes?"
"Yeah, mate," Ron chimed in. "Why would you want to put yourself through more studying, Harry? We've already chosen a couple of electives."
"Two electives we selected because we thought they'd be easy," Harry explained, rolling his eyes.
"And what's wrong with that?" Ron inquired.
"Absolutely nothing, Ron, if that's what you want. Personally, I think I've slacked off a bit too much. I have a maniac on my tail, and I doubt he'll want to settle our differences with a friendly game of Quidditch when we finally meet."
Harry's remark elicited a mixture of giggles from his companions, although Ron seemed torn between amusement at the thought and offense at the casual way Harry spoke about his beloved sport.
"I think I need to be a bit more studious and focused, Ron," Harry continued, attempting to offer an olive branch. "Otherwise, I'll never be prepared to confront him. I know he's coming after me. He won't stop until one of us is eliminated, and I'm absolutely sure of that."
"And you think Runes will help with that?" Ron inquired skeptically.
Harry's response had opened up an important and somber conversation about the threat that loomed over him and the steps he needed to take to prepare for the inevitable confrontation. It was a reminder that, despite the camaraderie and laughter, the weight of their responsibilities and the dangers they faced were never far from their thoughts.
Ron's tone carried a hint of sarcasm, but Harry consciously tempered his reaction. After all, this was Ron, his loyal and good-hearted friend, even if he wasn't inclined toward studiousness. The primary concern now was to ensure that Ron didn't make any comments that might upset Hermione, as he was sometimes wont to do in moments like these. Harry could sense that Ron was about to voice something along the lines of not wanting Harry to become a bookworm like the resident know-it-all, if he were to hazard a guess.
"Not specifically Runes," Harry conceded, "but I think putting in a bit more effort overall would be beneficial, and as I said, it sounds intriguing."
"Well, what do you say, Hermione?" Harry asked, turning to her.
Although Hermione's expression remained somewhat skeptical, she seemed pleased by Harry's expressed interest. "Of course, Harry, if you'd like."
"I promise, Hermione," Harry assured her with a grin.
Returning his smile in kind, Hermione then shifted into a more business-like mode. "We should get going, Harry."
Harry nodded and followed her as they exited the compartment.
The prefects' meeting was far from what Harry would label as scintillating, but he understood that it wasn't meant to be a riveting affair. Nonetheless, it was important, and Harry paid careful attention to the instructions provided by the head students. Roger Davies, who Harry recalled as Fleur's Yule Ball date and a Ravenclaw, was one of them, alongside Samantha Dewhurst, a pretty blonde from Hufflepuff. Hermione's unwavering attentiveness didn't surprise him—Harry fully expected her to take her duties as seriously as she did anything else. Recognizing that she anticipated the same dedication from him and wanting to live up to his newfound sense of maturity, Harry was determined to follow her example.
Regrettably, upon entering the compartment designated for the meeting, Harry discovered that Malfoy had also been appointed as a prefect. It wasn't a shock, given how much Snape favored the blond, haughty young man. Malfoy said nothing during the meeting, but his smirks directed at both Harry and occasionally Hermione seemed to suggest that he possessed knowledge they did not. Harry chose to ignore him; it was either that or unleash a hex on the offspring of a Death Eater, and he doubted the head students would appreciate the disruption to their meeting, not to mention the cleanup it would entail afterward.
As the meeting concluded and the prefects filed out of the compartment, the tension between Harry and Malfoy was palpable. The upcoming year at Hogwarts promised to be filled with challenges, including maintaining his composure in the face of Malfoy's provocations.
Suppressing a laugh at the mental image, Harry responded to Malfoy's smirk with an even more insolent one, widening it when the other boy's expression darkened. Eventually, he decided he had derived enough amusement from teasing the arrogant boy and redirected his focus to the meeting.
By pure chance, or perhaps good fortune, the Gryffindor prefects were assigned the initial patrol duties, meaning that Harry and Hermione would be the first to embark on their patrol. They departed their compartment, disregarding Malfoy's resentful glare, and headed to the front of the train to commence their watch. The patrol was somewhat uneventful, with the exception of a couple of first-year students who needed to be reminded to cease their rowdiness. The rest of the students on board were either well-behaved or skilled at concealing any mischief.
Upon completing their patrol, they returned to their compartment, and the remainder of the journey transpired without incident as they neared their destination.
Harry reflected that no Hogwarts Express trip could be considered complete without a visit from Malfoy and his cohorts. This year's encounter occurred in the final ninety minutes of the journey, and Harry suspected that the blond troublemaker had timed his appearance during his own patrol rounds, so as to evade the other prefects, not that any of the other Slytherins would do much beyond cheering him on.
Just as Harry had initiated a conversation with Ron about the upcoming Quidditch Cup, the compartment door abruptly swung open, and Malfoy sauntered in, sporting an unpleasant, stretched grin. As always, he was accompanied by his loyal bodyguards. Pansy Parkinson lingered in the corridor, her face adorned with a condescending smirk.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Potty and his merry band of misfits," Malfoy sneered.
"Ah, now all is right with the world again," Harry retorted. "It just wouldn't feel right to travel all the way to Hogsmeade without a visit from the Ferret and the Gorillas, with the Pug tagging along for good measure. Is it possible the zoo was allowed on the Express without me noticing?"
Laughter erupted in the compartment, except for the Slytherins. Crabbe and Goyle appeared bewildered, while Parkinson and Malfoy flushed with anger, though they refused to respond, contenting themselves with raising their noses even higher. "I couldn't have missed any of you—the stench of lesser beings was apparent from the moment we entered the car," Malfoy haughtily declared.
The banter continued as the train approached Hogsmeade station, and the tension between the Gryffindor and Slytherin prefects only intensified. Harry was well aware that Malfoy would remain a constant thorn in his side throughout the school year, and he was determined to handle the rivalry with wit and a level head. After all, he had more important things to focus on than engaging in petty squabbles with his rival.
Harry, letting out an exasperated sigh, fixed an unfriendly gaze on the heir of the Malfoy family. "Ferret, did you know that 'Malfoy' means 'bad faith' in French? Do you think some ancestral event led to your unfortunate surname? Although, I must admit, it suits you quite well..."
Malfoy's face turned almost purple with rage, and he took what he likely believed was a menacing step forward. "You filthy Halfblood! How dare you insult a Pureblood of my status and lineage?"
"Ferret, your family was still tending sheep in France when mine had already established itself as a prominent English family centuries ago. That's precisely why your felonious father doesn't have a seat in the Wizengamot—he's still regarded as an outsider by British Pureblood standards."
Harry's smile grew as he witnessed Malfoy's mounting rage, silently thanking Sirius for the brief history lessons on the prominent English magical families. Malfoy may have been unaware, but his father's influence stemmed solely from his wealth and the fear elicited by his allegiance to Voldemort.
It was truly delightful to watch the haughty young man stew in his own fury, his mouth working in futile attempts to formulate a retort. However, Harry was growing weary of the confrontation and sought to enjoy the remainder of the trip in tranquility. "You know, Bad Faith," Harry continued conversationally after a brief pause, "every year, you swagger in here as if you own the place, leading these two brainless buffoons around by the nose. And every year, you end up scurrying away with your tail between your legs. Why don't you do us both a favor, preserve whatever shreds of dignity you may still have, and depart now before you're humiliated yet again?"
The color of Malfoy's face bore a striking resemblance to Uncle Vernon in the throes of a rage fit. Surprisingly, however, Malfoy managed to maintain his temper and sneered once more.
"You know, Potty, I realize you're nothing more than a Halfblood, but I never thought even you could stoop this low. Associating with Mudbloods," Malfoy gestured disdainfully at Hermione, "and squibs is bad enough, but Delacour? That harlot isn't even human!"
Harry's patience was wearing thin, but he retained his calm demeanor, aiming to have the final word in this exchange. "Malfoy, I don't have the time or inclination to waste on your inane drivel. If you ever decide to grow up and engage in a civilized conversation, I might consider it. Until then, save your insults for someone who cares about your pathetic existence."
With that, Harry turned his attention back to Ron, ignoring the sputtering and seething Slytherins. The compartment fell into an uneasy silence, but it was clear that Harry had bested Malfoy in this encounter, and the arrogant young man had nothing more to say in the face of Harry's wit and composure.
Harry's anger surged to a level beyond description. He leaped from his seat and swiftly cast two Body-Bind spells, immobilizing Crabbe and Goyle. The pair collapsed onto the floor before they could react. In a rapid succession of spells, he disarmed Malfoy and closed the compartment door behind him, all before Malfoy could even reach for his wand. Grabbing Malfoy by the front of his shirt, Harry slammed him against the compartment door, his forearm pressing down on the boy's throat, a severe frown etched across his face.
"You don't seem to grasp the situation, Bad Faith," Harry seethed, "so I suppose I'll have to spell it out for you. I have no interest in your bigoted beliefs or your pitiful inferiority complex, and I certainly won't tolerate your provocations. I won't put up with your rubbish this year, Ferret. If you have any sense, you'll steer clear of me and all my friends."
Malfoy's eyes blazed, and he fought against Harry's grip, but Harry had the upper hand and left no room for his opponent to maneuver.
"When my father hears—" Malfoy rasped, but Harry promptly interrupted him.
"And that's precisely why I have no respect for you, Ferret. At the first sign of trouble, you scurry off to Daddy. Perhaps you should learn to fight your own battles for once. Or is that something they teach at Death Eater School? Do all of Daddy's cronies rush to Voldemort when things get tough?"
Channeling all his disdain and contempt for the arrogant boy, Harry delivered his best impression of the elder Malfoy's refined voice. "How dare you defy me? When the Dork Lord hears about this…"
Ignoring the laughter from the others in the compartment, Harry maintained his focus on Malfoy, noting the almost purple hue of his face. It was unclear whether that was due to rage or the pressure on his throat. "Just remember, Bad Faith, you've never managed to defeat me, and you never will. You're welcome to try anytime, though."
With that, Harry released Malfoy, allowing him to stumble backward into his stunned companions. He then turned his back on the Slytherins, determined not to waste any more time on their provocations. As the train pulled into Hogsmeade station, he knew he had sent a clear message to Malfoy, and he hoped the arrogant young man would think twice before attempting to engage him in further confrontations.
With a swift flick of his wand, Harry flung the compartment door open, sending the Malfoy heir tumbling into the corridor, where he collided with Parkinson, who had been banging on the door, alternating between demanding Harry to release Draco and requesting that he open the door. The almost comical expression of disbelief on her face as she fell with Malfoy sprawled on top of her was priceless. After a couple of Levitation Charms, all four Slytherins ended up in the hallway in a tangled mess of limbs. Harry then closed and locked the compartment door behind him, pulling the shade for privacy.
Predictably, it was Ron who spoke first. "Mate, that was bloody brilliant!"
Harry chuckled and acknowledged his friend with a grin before addressing the rest of the group with a more serious tone. "I meant what I said—that little prat better stay away from us this year. If he tries anything, hex first and ask questions later."
"But Harry, you could get into trouble for that," Hermione cautioned. "Not that he doesn't deserve it, but do you really want to risk detention or worse?"
Harry delivered a rhetorical response to Hermione's question. "This coming from the girl who punched him in the nose in our third year?" Hermione blushed at the reference, but there was a hint of a smirk as well.
Surprisingly, it was Neville who responded on behalf of the entire group. "Hermione, the reason Malfoy gets away with so much is that there are no consequences for his actions. Snape turns a blind eye to what he does, and Malfoy is clever enough to hide his misdeeds when other teachers are present. If he starts experiencing the consequences of his actions from those he's trying to intimidate, maybe he'll think twice before doing it again."
"Exactly, Neville," Harry stated, giving a salute to the other boy. "Though I doubt Malfoy is smart enough to understand, we should practice Moody's mantra—constant vigilance. But we must also remember not to let the enemy gain the upper hand. Don't initiate anything, but if he does, make sure you finish it."
His declaration received general agreement, although Hermione's was somewhat subdued. Noticing this, Harry took a seat next to her.
"I don't plan to start a fight with him, Hermione," he spoke softly. "But I won't allow him to keep insulting my friends or my betrothed."
He glanced at Fleur and shared a smile with her, which she returned. "For my part, Harry, I agree. If you don't teach him that he can't get away with it, he'll only get worse as he gets older."
"Alright, Harry," Hermione finally agreed. "Just don't go looking for trouble."
Harry feigned a hurt expression. "Me? Go looking for trouble? Hermione, you wound me."
The laughter in the compartment once again lightened the mood, and the friends returned to their playful banter until the announcement of their arrival.
Initially, Fleur had pushed back when her friends suggested that she would be as wide-eyed as a first-year upon returning to Hogwarts this year. She made it clear to all her friends that it was not as though she had never been to Hogwarts before.
What Fleur had not anticipated, however, was the castle's ability to surprise and awe virtually anyone, especially a first-time entrant as a legitimate member of its student body. From the train station and the lengthy train ride to the carriages they boarded for the final leg of their journey to the castle, everything felt more magical to Fleur than she expected. After all, she was a seventh-year student on the brink of adulthood.
But there was nothing to be done—she found herself impressed all over again by the grandeur of it all, eagerly anticipating the coming year. This unexpected reaction amused her companions.
Exiting the station, the group of friends descended from the platform and headed for the waiting carriages that would take them to their destination. While they waited in line, however, her fiancé stared ahead at the assembled carriages, his eyes filled with astonishment.
"What are those creatures pulling the carriages?"
Fleur was deeply touched by the exchange between Luna and Neville. It was a testament to the bond they had all formed over the past year. The subject matter was undoubtedly somber, but it brought them together in a unique way. Luna, with her candid acknowledgment of the unseen, had a way of making the impossible seem possible.
"Thank you, Neville," Luna said softly, her dreamy expression briefly shifting to one of genuine warmth.
The conversation about thestrals continued as they approached the carriages. Harry remained deep in thought about the implications of being able to see these magical creatures, his hand still tightly held by Fleur's. It was a silent display of support and understanding between them.
The group climbed into one of the carriages, and Fleur couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as the thestrals began to move. It was her first experience riding in these unusual creatures' carriages, and it added another layer of magic to her return to Hogwarts.
As they made their way up the winding path to the castle, Fleur couldn't help but admire the beauty of the school. Hogwarts was a place that held both nostalgia and wonder, a place where she had created cherished memories, and now, a place where her future as a witch was being forged.
The castle loomed ahead, its towering spires and turrets outlined against the darkening sky. The lights in the windows created a warm, welcoming glow, and the sight of it brought a smile to Fleur's face. It was good to be back at Hogwarts, and she couldn't wait to see what her final year had in store.
Fleur nodded, appreciating the sentiment. "I'd love to see it from the lake at some point this year."
The carriages continued their ascent up the hill, and Fleur couldn't help but be mesmerized by the castle. Even after her previous visits, the sight of Hogwarts never lost its allure. The grandeur of the ancient structure, the glow of its windows, and the way it perched atop the hill, commanding the surrounding landscape, left her in awe.
As they approached the front of the castle, the carriage came to a stop, and the group disembarked. Fleur took a moment to stretch her legs and breathe in the cool, crisp air of the Scottish Highlands.
"Here we are, back at Hogwarts," Harry remarked with a contented smile.
Fleur turned to him, her eyes filled with affection. "It's good to be back, especially with you."
The group made their way into the castle, the familiar corridors and staircases echoing with the sounds of students returning for the new school year. Fleur couldn't help but notice the mixed emotions on the faces of the younger students, some anxious and uncertain, others excited and eager.
They eventually reached the Great Hall, where the Sorting Hat sat atop a stool and Professor Dumbledore stood to welcome the students. Fleur, Harry, and their friends took their seats at the Gryffindor table, feeling a sense of belonging and comfort.
The Sorting Hat began its song, and Fleur listened with rapt attention, knowing that this would be her last Sorting Ceremony as a student. The hat's song always had a way of stirring emotions and setting the tone for the year ahead.
The friends continued their way through the entrance hall and into the Great Hall, where the Sorting Hat's song heralded the beginning of another school year. Fleur's eyes wandered around the room, taking in the sea of faces, both new and familiar. She spotted the towering figure of Hagrid, the welcoming faces of the Hogwarts professors, and the glimmering candles floating above the four long tables.
When the Sorting Hat began the Sorting Ceremony, Fleur watched with a sense of nostalgia. It felt like just yesterday that she had been a nervous first-year student, waiting to discover her fate. As each new student was sorted into their respective houses, she couldn't help but smile at the enthusiasm and trepidation in their eyes.
Eventually, the Sorting Hat announced the last student's placement, and the feast began. Plates and platters filled with delicious food appeared on the tables, and the students eagerly filled their plates. Fleur enjoyed the meal, catching up with her friends and sharing stories from the summer.
As the feast concluded, Professor Dumbledore stood to make his traditional start-of-term speech, welcoming everyone back to Hogwarts and outlining some of the changes and updates for the year. Fleur listened attentively, but her thoughts kept drifting to her upcoming responsibilities as a student and as Harry's betrothed. She knew the year ahead would be filled with challenges and adventures, and she was ready to face them with her friends by her side.
Once the feast was over, the Gryffindor students made their way to the Gryffindor common room. The Fat Lady, who guarded the entrance, greeted them with a cheerful tune, and the portrait swung open to reveal the cozy and warm common room.
Fleur and Harry settled into a comfortable corner of the room, surrounded by friends and the pleasant chatter of their housemates. It was a reassuring feeling, being back at Hogwarts, where they had formed bonds and memories that would last a lifetime.
Fleur nodded and approached the Sorting Hat, her heart pounding as she sat on the stool in front of it. The Sorting Hat was an old and weathered-looking hat, but it still exuded an aura of wisdom and magic. Fleur took a deep breath, reminding herself of the advice her father had given her about the Sorting Hat's decision.
The Sorting Hat was gently placed on her head, and as it settled, she could hear its soft voice speaking directly into her mind. It began to ponder, its voice a whisper in her thoughts.
"Ah, Miss Delacour, I sense a strong spirit within you. Determined and resourceful, you certainly have the qualities of a true witch. You value knowledge and seek wisdom, and there's a deep loyalty that you hold dear. But where to place you, I wonder..."
Fleur sat still, her eyes focused on the head table where the four House Heads sat, and her friends were watching with anticipation. She could see their supportive smiles, especially Harry's encouraging gaze.
After a brief pause, the Sorting Hat's voice became more decisive. "Gryffindor!"
Fleur smiled as she heard the Sorting Hat's proclamation. It was the house she had secretly hoped for, and she was excited to join Harry and her other friends in Gryffindor. She removed the Sorting Hat and handed it back to Professor Dumbledore.
With a happy heart, Fleur made her way to the Gryffindor table, where her friends greeted her with applause and cheers. She sat down, and Harry gave her a congratulatory peck on the cheek, making her feel even more welcomed and accepted in her new house.
As the feast continued and the chatter around her grew, Fleur felt a sense of belonging and excitement for the year ahead. She was a Gryffindor now, and she couldn't wait to embrace all the adventures and challenges that awaited her at Hogwarts.
The Sorting Hat was gently placed on her head, and as it settled, Fleur could hear its soft voice speaking directly into her mind.
"Ah, Miss Delacour, a bright and inquisitive mind you possess, seeking knowledge and wisdom. Your heart is filled with a strong desire for learning and understanding. You value both bravery and cleverness, and you have the potential to thrive in more than one house. But where to place you..."
Fleur sat still, her gaze still focused on the head table, where the four House Heads awaited the Sorting Hat's decision. Her friends, including Harry and Hermione, watched her with supportive smiles.
After a moment of contemplation, the Sorting Hat declared, "Ravenclaw!"
Fleur felt a sense of joy and relief as she heard the Sorting Hat's decision. She had followed in her father's footsteps and joined the house of Ravenclaw. She removed the hat and handed it back to Professor Dumbledore.
Walking over to the Ravenclaw table, she received warm applause and welcoming smiles from her new housemates. Fleur felt a sense of belonging and excitement for the journey that awaited her as a Ravenclaw student. She sat down with her new housemates, her friends beside her, and looked forward to the adventures and discoveries she would make during her time at Hogwarts.
Fleur couldn't help but glance back at her friends at the Gryffindor table and share a smile with Harry. Although they were in different houses, she knew they would remain close, and their bonds of friendship would only grow stronger.
With their business in Dumbledore's office concluded, Fleur and Harry headed back to the Great Hall together. The Sorting Hat's almost-sorting of Harry into Slytherin was a topic they discussed as they walked, alongside the Sorting Hat's playful personality.
As they reached the doors to the Great Hall, Fleur took a moment to appreciate the grandeur of the room. It was unlike any other dining hall she had seen, and the enchanted ceiling that mimicked the night sky added a touch of magic to the atmosphere.
The Sorting Hat's ceremony continued, with each new student being sorted into their respective houses. Fleur watched with interest as she recognized a few faces from Beauxbatons who had also transferred to Hogwarts for their seventh year.
When the Sorting Hat ceremony concluded, Fleur and Harry took their seats at the Ravenclaw table. Her new housemates welcomed her warmly, and Fleur was delighted to be surrounded by fellow Ravenclaws who shared her passion for knowledge and learning.
As the feast began and dishes of delicious food appeared on the tables, Fleur felt a sense of contentment. She was back at Hogwarts, with her friends, and embarking on a new adventure as a Ravenclaw. The magical world had so much to offer, and she was eager to explore it further in her final year of schooling.
Fleur couldn't help but glance over at the Gryffindor table, where her friends sat. She exchanged a knowing look with Harry, silently conveying their continued bond despite being sorted into different houses. Hogwarts had a way of bringing people together, no matter where they were sorted, and Fleur was grateful for the friendships she had forged.
As Fleur joined the Ravenclaw table, she was greeted by the warm smiles and applause of her new friends. The table was a sea of blue and silver, and Fleur found herself surrounded by fellow students who, like her, valued knowledge and the pursuit of intellectual curiosity above all else. She couldn't help but feel a profound sense of belonging as she settled into her seat, the cushioned chair providing her with a comfortable spot from which to enjoy her meal.
The Great Hall buzzed with the excited chatter of students from all four houses, but Fleur's attention remained on the Ravenclaw students seated around her. They were an eclectic mix of individuals, each with their unique quirks and talents. She struck up a conversation with her fellow Ravenclaws, discussing their favorite subjects, books they were currently reading, and their plans for the upcoming school year. It was clear that her housemates were not only intelligent but also friendly and open-minded, creating an atmosphere of intellectual camaraderie that Fleur found incredibly appealing.
The feast that appeared on the tables was nothing short of spectacular, with platters of roast meats, mountains of vegetables, and goblets filled with various beverages. Fleur helped herself to a bit of everything, her plate piled high with delicious food. She listened to the animated conversations around her, learning about the various clubs and extracurricular activities available at Hogwarts.
As dessert was served, Fleur couldn't help but think about the adventures and challenges that awaited her in her seventh year at Hogwarts. The prospect of N.E.W.T. exams and the opportunity to dive deeper into her chosen subjects filled her with excitement and determination. She knew that being a member of Ravenclaw meant that she would be surrounded by peers who shared her passion for learning, and she was determined to make the most of this academic environment.
The Sorting Hat's words still resonated in her mind, affirming her choice of Ravenclaw, and she couldn't help but smile as she glanced around the Great Hall. Fleur was confident that her seventh year at Hogwarts was off to a remarkable start, and she looked forward to the many adventures, discoveries, and friendships that lay ahead.
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Fleur's heart swelled with pride as the Sorting Hat announced her placement in Gryffindor. She had always considered herself a Ravenclaw at heart, but the Sorting Hat's words were a revelation. The cheers and applause from her new housemates washed over her, and Fleur couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging to this brave and adventurous house.
She settled into her seat at the Gryffindor table, where she was welcomed with open arms and smiling faces. The Gryffindors around her were a diverse group, each possessing their own unique qualities and strengths. Fleur was eager to get to know her new housemates and learn from their experiences. It was clear that Gryffindor was a house of courage and determination, and she felt inspired by the sense of unity and camaraderie that permeated the atmosphere.
As the sorting ceremony continued, Fleur watched with interest as the remaining students were sorted into their respective houses. She couldn't help but wonder about the friendships and connections she would make during her seventh year at Hogwarts. The prospect of embarking on new adventures and facing challenges with her fellow Gryffindors filled her with excitement and a newfound sense of purpose.
The Sorting Hat's unique deliberation, its metaphysical voice echoing in her mind, had been a profound moment for Fleur. It had recognized her courage and determination, traits that she hadn't fully embraced in herself until that very moment. She knew that she had the potential to excel in Gryffindor and to further develop the qualities that the Sorting Hat had seen within her.
As she looked around the Great Hall, Fleur couldn't help but feel that her seventh year at Hogwarts was destined to be a remarkable journey. With her new housemates by her side, she was ready to face whatever challenges and adventures lay ahead, fully embracing her newfound identity as a Gryffindor.
As Fleur gingerly removed the Sorting Hat from her head, she couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude and excitement. She offered a genuine smile of appreciation to the two venerable professors who had overseen her sorting, Dumbledore and McGonagall. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with approval, and it almost seemed as if the universe itself had aligned to welcome her to her newfound home.
"Well, Minerva?" Dumbledore inquired, his eyes still twinkling with anticipation.
"Nothing more than I expected, Albus," Professor McGonagall responded, her demeanor carrying a hint of smug satisfaction, which didn't escape Fleur's notice. "In fact, I believe I should have made that wager with you."
Dumbledore chuckled, his voice tinged with wisdom. "I think not. I believe I would have known better than to accept a bet of that kind."
McGonagall's laughter filled the room, and then she turned her attention towards Fleur. Her face was now radiant with a warm smile as she addressed the newest Gryffindor. "And let me extend a warm welcome to Gryffindor, Miss Delacour! I trust you will be a cherished addition to the house and that you will quickly find your place among friends."
Fleur felt a surge of gratitude and humility. "Thank you, Professor," she replied, her cheeks tinged with a touch of embarrassment. "I will do my utmost to uphold the honor of our house and make everyone proud."
"I am sure you will," replied the deputy Headmistress with a reassuring smile. "However, I believe we have a sorting ceremony to attend, and I would not wish to keep you all from your friends for any longer than is necessary. Let us make our way to the Great Hall now, shall we?"
The rest of the evening seemed to pass in a whirlwind for Fleur. The sorting ceremony proceeded swiftly, and amid the anticipation and excitement, she found it challenging to recall the specifics of who had been sorted into which houses. What remained clear in her mind, however, was that her new house, Gryffindor, had welcomed a significant number of new students, nearly twenty in total. Notably, this cohort of first years appeared to be the largest Harry had ever witnessed during his time at the venerable institution.
The Great Hall was a spectacle of colors and enthusiasm as new students joined their respective houses. Gryffindor's table was especially vibrant, with cheers, clapping, and a sense of unity that filled the room with a contagious energy. Fleur couldn't have asked for a warmer welcome to her new house. As she looked around at her fellow Gryffindors, she knew that she was part of something special and that her seventh year at Hogwarts was bound to be an unforgettable adventure.
The moment that etched itself vividly in Fleur's memory was the one that followed the Headmaster's opening remarks and introductions. Regardless of the disapproval she had already harbored for the pink-clad woman, who sat primly at the head table with an air of condescension, Madam Umbridge's actions and words during her introduction only served to kindle her disdain.
Madam Umbridge rose from her seat, somewhat audaciously, and took the Headmaster's place at the podium. She began to address the assembly with a voice that projected false warmth, attempting to make herself seem welcome among the students.
"Students of Hogwarts, I am genuinely grateful for the most gracious welcome you have extended to me. In fact, I already feel quite at home amongst all of you in this venerable institution."
Fleur exchanged glances with her fellow Gryffindors, the smirks they shared a silent act of rebellion. It was clear that Madam Umbridge's perception of the students' reception was far from reality, either due to a lack of awareness or an intentional obliviousness to the palpable tension that had permeated the Great Hall.
Umbridge continued with a sickeningly sweet tone, introducing herself, "My name is Delores Umbridge, and I have the great honor of serving as your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for this year. I have high hopes that we will achieve remarkable things together in the days that lie ahead."
A hush fell over the Great Hall as she momentarily paused, gazing up at the enchanted ceiling. In that moment, Fleur couldn't help but feel that something was amiss, a disconcerting prelude to the challenging times that awaited them. The atmosphere had shifted from one of excitement and unity to one of unease, as if a dark cloud had settled over the gathering.
The other students exchanged wary glances, their apprehension palpable. Fleur, too, couldn't shake the feeling that their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would bring about a year unlike any other. As the days unfolded, it would become abundantly clear that Madam Umbridge's tenure at Hogwarts would be marked by not just tension, but also a growing resistance among the students who would come to see her as an authoritarian figure intent on imposing her own agenda on the school.
Madam Umbridge's speech had left an unsettling atmosphere in its wake. Her measured and deliberate words had declared her mission to improve the quality of education at Hogwarts, but there was a distinct undercurrent of control and authority that was hard to ignore. Fleur and her friends exchanged worried glances as Umbridge continued, making it clear that she intended to ensure every student was treated equally, with none receiving preferential treatment.
But it was the saccharine glance she directed at Harry that sent shivers down their spines. It was as if she had singled him out, and Fleur couldn't help but wonder about the implications of this unwanted attention.
Umbridge concluded her speech with an insipid and insincere smile that failed to conceal the underlying sternness, and then the students were dismissed. Harry and Hermione were busy guiding the new first-year students to Gryffindor Tower, and Fleur walked alongside her friends as they made their way through the crowd of wide-eyed newcomers. The unsettling aura Madam Umbridge had cast upon the evening lingered like an ominous shadow, and Fleur couldn't shake the feeling that challenging times lay ahead for the Hogwarts community.
"Is she even genuine?" Ron blurted out, vocalizing the suspicion that Fleur suspected had crossed all their minds.
"Authentic or not, it's bound to be an eventful year," Neville chimed in with a hint of resignation.
"Is it any different from the norm?" one of the twins quipped with a mischievous grin.
"Yeah, ever since Harry arrived, every year has been nothing short of riveting," added the other.
Fleur couldn't help but agree with the twins' assessment. Since her arrival at Hogwarts, she had experienced a series of extraordinary events and faced countless challenges. It seemed that the upcoming year would be no different, with Madam Umbridge's presence casting a shadow of uncertainty over their beloved school. As they entered Gryffindor Tower, Fleur couldn't help but wonder how the students of Hogwarts would respond to this new era, and what they might have to do to protect the values and traditions that made the school so special.
Fleur maintained her composure amidst the exchanges with her new Gryffindor housemates, her silvery-blue eyes taking in the towering castle that was now her home. Although she was no stranger to Hogwarts, it was her first time ascending to the Gryffindor dormitories, and as she wandered the winding corridors, she couldn't help but wonder whether she'd be able to find her way again in the labyrinthine castle.
The Gryffindor common room, in Fleur's opinion, was garishly decorated in an overload of red and gold, but it radiated a warm, cozy ambiance that somewhat compensated for the retina-searing color scheme. She was introduced to several other students, particularly the seventh years, and while she was warmly welcomed by Lee Jordan, one of the twins' friends, she couldn't help but detect a measure of reserve among the girls. Even the three Gryffindor chasers seemed somewhat cautious in their interactions, despite their evident respect and affection for Harry. Fleur understood that, for the time being, her acceptance hinged on the recommendations of the members of their tight-knit group. Part of it, she suspected, was her own doing; they may have perceived her aloof demeanor during the Triwizard Tournament as that of a spoiled and arrogant princess who kept the world at arm's length.
Nevertheless, this reception was far more preferable to the almost blatant hostility she had encountered from many of the girls at Beauxbatons. With time, and as the girls gradually realized that she had no intentions of pursuing any potential boyfriends—especially with Harry already having claimed her as his own—she was confident that their interactions would grow smoother and more amicable. All in all, her first day at school left her content. Undoubtedly, there would be challenges to face, but she was resolute in her belief that, as a united group, they would overcome them. Fleur's thoughts settled on the belief that she would make a place for herself at Hogwarts, with Gryffindor as her new family.
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