Amidst Enchantments

A/N

Hi everyone, welcome to my first foray into fanfiction after at least a decade of sitting quietly and reading everything that came my way. Please be kind here and note below the liberties I'm taking with the story.

The story itself I'm hoping to be several chapters long but there isn't a firm number as of yet. I have a rough plan for all of fourth year, but we might just need to enjoy the ride this promises to be. Please note it will be posted irregularly as I'm not yet comfortable with writing (time between chapters may decrease but we will see).

As follows, if something changes from canon then it's planned but if I don't mention it just assume that it's unimportant/same as canon.

Chapter One

Harry struggled to take in the sights around him. Much like his first time in Diagon Alley there was something waiting to catch his eye wherever he looked. The little rise that the Weasley's pitch sat upon gave him a wonderful view of the campsite.

A large mob of deep emerald, green tents were separated by a row of plainer, khaki tents Harry recognized as some of the shops that he had passed by earlier. They cut through the campsite like a scar, keeping the imposing dark red tents of the Bulgarian fans from toeing the line to the main thoroughfare.

The shade from the wood separating the campsite from the stadium behind them gave some respite from the early morning sun but it wasn't long before Harry's peace was disturbed.

"Come on Harry!" Hermione called from behind him.

"What is it?" Harry replied, turning to face her.

She pointed in the vague direction of the khaki tents. "Mr. Weasley wants us to go and fetch some water. I saw a well earlier when we were passing through the field."

"Why can we not just summon some?" Harry mused, before deciding to keep quiet and enjoy what the campsite had to offer.

The trio set off towards the row of shops at the heart of the moor. All manner of sights bewildered Harry when he passed by. A cacophony of languages could be heard from all sides as they walked on. The loudest could be heard from the group in front of them, bits and pieces of French reached his ears as they drew level with them.

"So much for not alerting the muggles to anything." Harry thought as he passed a contingent of pale blue tents with witches and wizards harrying from one place to the next.

The red, white and blue of the 'tricolore' greeted him proudly from a pole attached to a two floored tent, gently flapping in the morning breeze. The tent was complete with what looked like a working chimney, some windows and even imposing oak doors carved with moving magical creatures in place of a tent flap.

Passing by other manner of strange tents including one with an entire front garden complete with working bird bath, a large pyramid-shaped tent and a traditional teepee. Harry's head almost spun as he struggled to take everything in, deliberately having to restrain himself from leaving his friends behind out of excitement.

He saw a group of African wizards in sandals and long, flowing white robes adorned with intricate gold stitching lamenting the time that they had to get up for their international portkey. Next to them, surrounding a bubbling pewter cauldron with a wizarding wireless humming gentle from the side, was a group of witches sat beneath a red white and blue banner with the symbol of what he recognized as the logo of the Salem Witches Institute, a set of crossed wands adorned with a black witches hat and a star spangled sash draped across the image. Harry swiftly passed them as the stench from the cauldron reached him, reminding him distinctly of his cousin.

"Blimey, look at these!" Ron exclaimed as he made a beeline to one of the shops selling all manner of items for the World Cup.

"Oh, omnioculars! I've read about those," Hermione looked proud to have been able to contribute to a quidditch discussion, "They allow the user to replay events and even label some plays that the teams use."

"That's right Miss," said the shopkeeper. "They're a steal at only a galleon a pair."

They moved on after Harry bought the three of them a pair each, much to the excitement (Ron) and exasperation (Hermione) of the others.

Harry was happy to see several others from Hogwarts in passing with Oliver Wood all but set to take off without a broomstick, practically vibrating on the spot. Ron was ready to join the Bulgarian support and had purchased himself a miniature Viktor Krum which currently stomped moodily around his palm.

Harry himself supported the Irish. He'd been keenly following the tournament despite the 390 to 10 thrashing that England took from Transylvania. Although Bulgaria had the hottest seeker prospect in the world, Viktor Krum, the Irish chasers were unmatched as of yet. The fluidity of their passes and plays meant they were an absolute nightmare to play against, allowing the team to offset the good yet not great seeking often displayed by Lynch.

Finally making it to the water station they quickly filled a few buckets. "Aguamenti would have saved us a lot of time." Harry had almost managed the charm last term even though it's a sixth-year charm. It had seemed too useful to not try and perfect, especially with him working ahead through the OWL level work, he thought it was worth a go. A few sputtering streams of water had set his ego firmly in place although he was sure it was just the wrist movement that was holding him back. "Perhaps I'll seek Flitwick out when I'm back at Hogwarts."

Waiting on Ron and Hermione to finish, Harry's eye was drawn to a resplendent banner in pale blue with large, striking lettering: THE PUZZLE PURSUIT: TEST YOUR MIND.

"Hermione, I'll be back to the tent soon, can you tell Mr. Weasley where I am please?" He indicated towards the stand.

"Why are you going over there?" Hermione's face indicated she thought it was a waste of time. ""I don't think you'd enjoy it Harry, let's just go back."

Harry ignored her and reiterated that he'd be back soon before spinning on his heel and heading toward the stand. He did love her but sometimes she just got on his nerves. Whenever he showed his academic interest she seemed to take it as an affront against her and it sometimes grated a bit on him.

"Hello, my boy!" Harry was greeted by the smiling face of a wizard in a two-piece blue suit that wouldn't look out of place in most of London. "Here at the Puzzle Pursuit we are interested more in feats of mental ability rather than physical! A series of three puzzles will be put towards you and a chosen partner. It is up to you to work together and solve them. The next round of puzzles starts in a few minutes. Would you like to sign up? Entry is but a sickle."

Harry fished out a sickle from his pocket before pressing it into the outstretched hand of the wizard.

"Excellent! Now, have you yet sat your OWLs?" Answering in the negative, the man then continued: "Not to worry, not to worry. We are partnering prospective puzzlers together based on their age range and academic position. This way we can serve different difficulties of puzzles you see."

"Now since you've yet to take your OWLs, you and a NEWT student will be partnered together in just a minute. Pass on into the tent behind me and we'll get you sorted out lad."

Thanking the man, Harry skirted the stand and pushed back a dense, purple drape revealing the enormous inside of a tent. The sound of hurried writing reached him as he took in the aroma of the place, which wasn't too dissimilar to the library at Hogwarts. Large round tables stood at the edges of the tent, lined up as if the hours on a clock. Displayed above each was a symbol. Harry spotted a griffon, snitch and crescent moon on the left of the room before he was drawn to the centre of the tent. There sat a smaller desk with a witch standing behind it. She looked up as he approached.

"Hello there," Eying a bit of parchment in front of her she said, "You're the last contestant in the school age categories. I see here that you've been assigned to the owl table." Here she pointed to her left before finishing with the house rules of the games.

"Each team must complete each puzzle within the time limit which is 15 minutes. If you are successful then you and your partner will be awarded with a certificate and a selection of sweets from Honeydukes. The tasks are designed to be completed without a wand so do not worry about the trace. Now, best of luck! The first puzzle shall begin in 5 minutes."

Turning away from the middle of the tent, Harry approached the owl table. The witch standing by the table turned to greet him. Harry was partially struck dumb as his eyes met orbs of deep, cerulean blue and for a second everything around him faded away. The narrowing of her perfect eyebrows drew his gaze from her eyes for a second before he looked downwards to where he saw pink, plump lips moving, a scowl slowly forming.

Mentally steeling himself, the sounds of the tent faded back into his ears as he took in what the girl was saying to him.

"Hello? Do you even zpeak Eeenglish?" Harry realized she had been trying to talk to him for a small while as he shook himself mentally once more.

"Yes, I do, I'm so sorry. My name is Harry, Harry Potter." The girl's face switched in an instant as she lit up in a wondrous smile. He pleasantly noted her eyes didn't flick to his forehead even once.

"Bon! I am Fleur Delacour," She spoke strongly, as if she was always used to being listened to, "I'm in my 6th year at Beauxbatons."

"I'm only in my fourth year at Hogwarts," Harry replied, cheeks dusted pink, slightly embarrassed with himself.

"Ah, so you 'ave not sat your OWLs yet? I did zem last year," Fleur said, her face an expression of sympathy for him, "I am sure you will be fine zhough!"

"Thanks Fleur, so where in France are you from?" Harry asked.

"My family comes from near Avignon, but we live nearby, just outside Marseille. What about you?"

"Oh I'm from outside London but I think my parents used to live in Wales," Harry shifted nervously, not too eager to get into his life at the Dursleys. Fleur must have sensed his discomfort as she changed the subject to ask him his thoughts on the World Cup.

"So, who are you supporting tonight, 'Arry?"

Harry spent the next couple of minutes trading facts with Fleur. He found that Fleur held a great love of quidditch but was more hesitant on a broom after falling when she was fifteen. Despite that, she continued to enjoy the sport and Harry was easily trading comments with her over things like the fluidity of the Irish chasers or how the French beaters let their side down earlier in the tournament.

He slowly relaxed more and more as he spoke eagerly with her, even when she laughed at his attempts at French which he hadn't used since primary school. Before they knew it a ringing bell sounded from the middle of the tent.

The wizard from outside then called out: "The first puzzle will be with you in a moment. Your fifteen minutes begins when you pick up your instruction scroll."

As he finished two boxes appeared on the table in front of them accompanied by a rolled piece of parchment, dark green ribbon tied neatly around the middle.

"You don't mind reading it, do you, 'Arry?" Fleur raised an eyebrow teasingly as a perfectly manicured hand held out the parchment to him.

Despite his relaxed state, Harry gulped heavily, the way Fleur said his name sent a slight shiver down his spine, but he nevertheless took the task from her hand, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach as their fingers momentarily touched.

"Two boxes lay before you. One of fire and one of earth," As Harry spoke a third smaller box appeared before them, filled with different objects, "Your puzzle is to place the objects before you into the correct box. As you succeed so shall more be revealed."

"This shouldn't be too bad," he said, looking up at Fleur.

"Non," she agreed, "let's start then."

The pair began to remove the objects from the box in front of them. "Six objects total so it's probably three per box," Harry thought. It looked like the objects belonged to different disciplines of magic. There were two different metal shapes and two of what looked like parts of a magical creature. The last two were glass phials each sealed with a red wax stopper but each containing different potions ingredients.

Harry recognized one as holding ashwinder eggs and some sort of fur, two ingredients he knew were key for brewing the Edurus potion. He collected the phial and placed it next to the earth box and answered Fleurs expectant look with what he knew of the potion. It continued like this with one of them examining an object and sharing their findings with the other.

"No, 'Arry, that's a chimera's claw, not an ogre's tusk. Put it in the fire box."

"Ah, Fleur, isn't this the sigil of Surtr?" Harry asked, holding up a small, round tablet with the sigil on the centre.

Harry found that him and Fleur made a good team, swiftly moving through the task together.

When Fleur placed the last object, a metal symbol that looked like the wand motion for the flame whip, into the fire box both boxes swiftly closed with a heavy click before melting away. Revealed were two more boxes of similar size and another set of objects. The boxes were entirely plain except for a symbol on each. Harry recognized the one on the left as the alchemical symbol for water as Fleur confirmed the one on the right was the symbol for air.

Five minutes later as they placed the last of the new objects, a small clump of gillyweed, into their boxes they turned to each other triumphantly as the boxes shut and didn't move.

"Well done, Fleur. We're doing great!" Harry smiled happily, pleased at their finishing well within the time limit.

"Oui, well done, 'Arry! Now, tell me more about your time at 'Ogwarts…"

Harry was finding talking to Fleur easier than before although he did notice a slight silver sheen to her, almost as if a visible aura. "Perhaps there's more to Fleur than there seems. The draw I felt to her might not have been entirely due to her beautiful looks…"

Once the timer for the first puzzle expired, Harry and Fleur were met with two more puzzles back-to-back, each more challenging than the last. The second was more of a word game than the first as they had to answer riddles based on magical theory. Fleur did look intrigued at Harry's understanding of Gamp's law, even if it was a basic understanding.

"Transfiguration is one of my favourite subjects," He explained, "I'm hoping to take my OWL in it early if my teacher allows it."

The third challenge took the time limit on the puzzle as a challenge. It involved answering questions based on time. They faced ten questions ranging from those on wizarding history and time-related spells to even some on ancient runes. Fleur flashed a megawatt smile when faced with the runes and even more so when Harry showed as much excitement as she did.

He was almost sad when they finished the last of the challenges but moved with Fleur to the centre of the tent for their certificate and sweets.

"Would the two of you like a photo together to commemorate your success?" The witch from earlier smiled at them easily as if she knew something they didn't, pointing to the camera beside her desk.

After a quick glance at his face Fleur answered for them both, "Oui, zank you, that would be lovely." She moved herself in front of the camera, dragging Harry with her.

Soon, the witch handed them each a copy of the picture and Harry looked at his. Developing in front of his eyes, he saw his photo self stammer as Fleur dragged him in front of the camera, a blush only evident in the black and white photo due to the difference in shade to the rest of his skin. He looked on as Fleur smiled beautifully at the camera resting an arm around his shoulder before the Harry in the photograph looked resigned and began to smile also, having composed himself.

"Well, 'Arry, it's a good photo, non?" Fleur had a teasing look sparkling in her eyes as he swallowed deeply.

"Ye-yeah, it's great Fleur," Harry managed, slightly embarrassed at his recorded discomfort, "Unfortunately, I think I need to get going now though."

"Where is your tent, can you accompany me for a while through the campsite?"

They worked out that Fleur's tent was indeed on the way back to the Weasley's tent and set off in that direction together.

Harry found himself quite relaxed around Fleur, opening up on his ambitions as he continued on with a slight bounce in his step: "I'm still not entirely sure what I would like to do. I love both the theory and practical side of magic but overall I just love magic itself."

Fleur chuckled with a bell-like laugh at his enthusiasm before returning the gushing endorsement of magic and explaining her desire to be an enchantress.

"I just love the idea of zomething lasting zo long after I 'ave gone! Even zomething as simple as enchanted furniture delights me and I 'ave even toyed with enchanting zome of my jewellery until Papa caught on and stopped me." She finished with an adorable pout that made Harry stumble slightly, hoping she didn't notice.

The conversation was easy between them as they flowed from one topic to the next, Fleur teased him by interspersing French into the chat to test his skills every now and then but before long they were closing in on the large tents Harry had seen on his way to the water pump.

"Thank you for walking me back, Harry, I've had a great time with you today," Fleur tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear, a blue earring matching the colour of her eyes sparkled in the morning sun. "Perhaps you would like to write to me?" Harry noted absently that Fleur looked slightly shy for the first time since he'd met her before his brain processed just what she had asked him, his heart beating faster.

"Ye-Yes! Of course!" He stammered before clearing his throat and trying again, "I'd love to Fleur."

"Tres bien! I shall give you my address," She flashed him a pretty grin and quickly jogged off into the massive tent to the side of them. Harry took the time to settle his increased heart rate before she came striding back out of the tent towards him.

"Write me soon 'Arry, won't you?" She pouted once more, handing him a scrap of parchment.

"Of course I will," Harry replied blushing slightly. He averted his eyes to the parchment in his hand and noticed that the flowery calligraphy was as beautiful as the person who had written it.

Once she was gone, his heart felt slightly heavier, and his feet dragged as he drew himself off in the direction of the Weasley's pitch.

Later that evening

Cheers from the Weasley twins had welcomed him back that afternoon before Ron descended upon the offered sweets from Harry. He wasn't really all that fond of sweet things, never having had them growing up so he was more than happy to share them with Ron.

"What's that Harry?" Hermione asked of his certificate. Harry was suddenly glad he'd pocketed the photograph earlier, not keen to share his experience with Fleur just yet for some reason.

Harry handed it over. "It's the certificate I got for completing the puzzles! They also gave me the sweets," he motioned to the half-devoured bag in Ron's hands.

The rest of the day was fairly relaxed, and it was soon time to head through the woods to the stadium. The woods were illuminated with small floating lanterns filled with a warm glowing orb of light that Harry recognized as a variation of the lumos charm. The throng of quidditch supporters were in high spirits as they made their way through the tall, dense trees, traversing a path upon which a bed of pine needles highlighted the route further, the lanterns guiding from the sides.

Upon bursting out from the forest, Harry's breath caught for a second. The stadium was among the biggest things he'd ever seen. It was much larger than the football stadiums he had seen on the school trip the Dursley's had been forced to send him on to London yet shaped in a similar manner. With more rounded edges than its London counterparts, the bowl-like structure stood tall at what was easily 100 meters tall at least. The massive steel structure was enshrined in glass windows with large banners running down the sides in the colours of the two finalists.

"Took a team of 500 over a year to build it!" Harry heard Mr. Weasley expounded, "Covered top to bottom in wards, muggle repelling and the like…"

"Yeah Dad, I had heard of several teams being dispatched for the job," said Bill. He was a cursebreaker at Gringotts. Contrary to their name, cursebreakers both laid and stripped wards and curses. For the right price of course.

Passing the ticketed entrance, the group started to climb stairs of a rich purple pile. Never had Harry been more grateful for all the stairs in Hogwarts getting him used to climbing for minutes at a time. Fans started to trickle off of the staircase at each level until Harry reached a landing at the highest point of the stadium. The party passed through a golden archway into a small box filled with groups of witches and wizards conversing. The box was halfway along the pitch and had plush chairs set in rows facing out towards the pitch. There was surely some form of slight sound dampening ward protecting the box from the roar of a hundred thousand spectators as Harry could easily hear the chatter in the box around him.

Moving further into the box and down a few rows, Harry was able to see the carpet like surface of the pitch stretching from one end of the stadium to the other like a dark green sea, interrupted only by the sand at either end or when intersected with the smooth white lines of the boundaries. Three golden hoops rose from the sand and gleamed in the light of the stadium at either end. The fluttering of advertisement boards along the edge of the pitch and in between levels of the stands caught Harry's eye before his attention was drawn back to Mr. Weasley who was giving them their individual tickets.

Mr. Weasley soon departed to chat to a colleague from the Ministry, leaving the rest of the party to mingle with the other guests of the top box. Swiftly steering himself away from Draco and Lucius Malfoy and a woman who could only be Draco's mother, going by the arrogant expression on her face, Harry was surprised to note the arrival of a group of four to the box.

A tall, well-built man with a neatly cropped head of brown hair, brown eyes and a well-trimmed beard stood next to a gorgeous woman with silky blonde hair in robes of deep fuchsia. Everything stopped in the top box for a second as they entered but talk soon resumed, albeit with the men in the box shooting the woman furtive glances.

Trailing a step behind them was a small girl in a blue dress, skipping hand in hand with a resplendent Fleur.

"She has got to be Veela," Harry thought. Seeing Fleur with her family had put the idea back in his head and he couldn't help but be happy that he wasn't acting like a complete moron. He'd read that some reactions to Veela could be extreme and although he felt more of a pull than earlier with just Fleur he found he could shake himself out of it mentally easily enough.

"'Arry!" Upon seeing him standing there, Fleur beamed at him before saying something to her parents and walking his way. He noticed her parents quickly glance at him before he found his feet moving of their own accord towards them. He smiled happily at Fleur's approaching figure.

Her white heels brought her to a halt in front of him as she drew him into a quick hug in greeting. Not having been hugged much in his life before Hogwarts, he found himself infinitely more relaxed now than he did when hugging Mrs. Weasley or even Hermione. He felt no need to withdraw into himself as he breathed in her warm, cinnamon scent, exuding a lot of mental effort to not just sink lifelessly into her comforting embrace.

"I didn't think I'd see you again so soon!" Fleur smiled at him as her parents and sister drew up beside her.

"Fleur, ma cherie, who is this?" Her mother asked.

Taking the initiative, Harry answered for himself. "I'm Harry Potter, ma'am. Pleased to meet you." Surprising himself, he thought he sounded measured and had hidden the nervousness in his voice well.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, 'Arry. I am Appoline and this is my husband, Jacques," The woman, Appoline, gestured to the man at her side with a smile, "and this ball of energy is Gabrielle."

Gabrielle was rocking back and forth on her feet, arms behind her back as she stared up at him with large blue eyes like a kitten.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all," Harry smiled easily back at them, "Who are you rooting for tonight?"

"We have familial ties to the Bulgarians tonight, I'm afraid to say," Jacques replied with a wink as he gestured to the emerald, green scarf around Harry's neck.

"Well, try not to be too disappointed," Harry replied, bantering back, "Anyway, where are you sitting?" It turned out Fleur and her family were in the row behind Harry and the Weasleys, with Fleur right behind him. He moved nearer to the seats, Fleur following him as her parents and sister moved to speak with other people.

Trying to tease him more, Fleur switched to French and refused to switch back until he had acquiesced for a few minutes. "Those books Dudley refused to read are definitely being put to good use now!" Harry thought of his childhood, suddenly very thankful for his cousin's laxity and his French teacher's strict methods.

"Harry! I didn't know you spoke French? Won't you introduce us?" Hermione and Ron had come to find where he had wandered off to and quickly inserted themselves into the conversation.

"Fleur meet my best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley," Harry motioned to the two beside him, "Hermione and Ron, this is Fleur Delacour. We were on the same team today in the Puzzle competition."

Hermione shook Fleurs hand, as did Ron after some rather hard nudging from Hermione to get him to stop staring, open-mouthed. Hermione being Hermione soon launched into questioning mode:

"Where is Beauxbatons?"

"What are the teachers like?"

"What's your favourite subject?"

His bushy haired friend proceeded to ask Fleur about twenty questions about Beauxbatons and Harry interjected where he could with his own questions whilst fielding any Fleur had for him as well. Ron looked uncomfortable off to the side, often scowling at Harry and huffing to himself. Fleur meanwhile seemed to be wholly disinterested in Ron and only slightly interested in Hermione, saving most of her attention for Harry himself, of which he found himself mostly doing the same.

Mr. Weasley soon came over and ushered them to their seats before the match began. During the mascot show before the game, Harry felt the same draw from the Veela on the pitch as from Fleur and her parents but amplified by quite a bit, however he was happy to find that he could just about push it aside. "If as Mr. Weasley said, the mascots are full Veela and that is the pull of their allure then Fleur and her family must only be part Veela," Harry reasoned to himself, noticing the actions of several men in the top box including an eager Ron being wrestled back into his seat by an irate Hermione.

During one of the stoppages in play Harry nearly leapt out of his skin when Fleur leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Did you not notice the pull of the Veela, 'Arry?"

Harry was having a difficult time noticing anything else except Fleur's perfume but mentally shaking himself out of his slight daze, he turned towards her and replied earnestly, "I do but I can push through it, am I meant to be more affected by it?" He noticed the approving looks on the faces of Fleur's parents next to her.

"I am part-Veela, Harry," Fleur revealed, "We have a natural allure that makes those attracted to us even more so. Most men who can't shake it off will react stupidly in our presence and become boastful or exceedingly jealous and angry at those who hold our attention." Nodding her head at Ron who was still entranced by the Veela causing a commotion on the pitch, she continued, "That's why he has been glaring at you when I'm around, I'm sorry about that."

"No, don't be sorry," Harry shook his head, "If he can't compose himself then it's no concern of yours."

Fleur beamed at him. "Thank you, Harry." She squeezed his shoulder with a perfectly manicured hand making Harry gulp, "That means a lot to me. It's been very difficult for me to make many friends in school and those I did have since graduated."

The two of them continued to enjoy a pleasant back and forth during any breaks in play, and Harry was almost disheartened when Krum caught the snitch. True to his predictions, the Irish seeker was no match for Krum but the Irish chasers more than outmatched the Bulgarians, securing victory for the Irish despite Krum's intervention. The catch was amazing and more than made up for Ireland not securing it themselves. Despite the Irish victory, Harry was glad he had gotten to see Krum play, especially through the omnioculars as it gave him more than a few ideas to try.

Greeted once more with the prospect of saying goodbye to Fleur, Harry was happy to note that she looked just as morose as him at the prospect. She gave him another hug and Harry was pleased to note that he wasn't near as flustered as before, the hug only producing a small blush of pink this time.

"You'll write me like you said you would, oui?" Harry was quick to assure her that he would send her an owl tomorrow when he got back to the Weasleys. They exchanged goodbyes once more and once more a sense of gentle longing eased its way into his heart.

"What was that all about, Harry?" Hermione questioned him as they got ready to leave the top box.

Enduring a fresh round of questions from his bushy haired friend, he couldn't help but start to get tired with the barrage of questions from Hermione, closing off somewhat and giving non-committal answers. Thankfully Hermione and Ron got the memo that he was getting more annoyed and let the matter rest. Once back at the tent he did unfortunately have to endure the gentle ribbing of the twins who had spotted him, and Fleur engrossed in conversation. For some reason he didn't mind the teasing from them at all.

The next day at the Burrow

Harry finished the letter with his name before reading it over a few times. He was going to send it off with Hedwig after he had eaten his breakfast.

"Dear Fleur,

Please tell me that you are alright after that mess last night? We all managed to get away okay, but we were really close to where the dark mark was cast. An elf got blamed for casting it as it had my friend Ron's wand in his hand after he had lost it. I don't believe the elf did cast it though. My friends and I definitely heard a man's voice cast the spell.

Anyway, we go back to Hogwarts in just over a week and a half and I'm really looking forward to it despite the past few years. Ron's older brothers keep teasing about something happening at Hogwarts this year, but they won't tell us what it is. Besides that, I'm really hoping when I'm back that I can convince a couple of the teachers to let me sit my OWLs in a few subjects as soon as I can, but I guess I'll have to wait and see.

How long are you back home for before school? Are you excited for the next year?

Please give my best to your parents and especially Gabrielle, she must have been right scared after last night, no? I wish we could have had more time to chat at the World Cup, but I guess sending letters will have to do.

Please look after Hedwig when she arrives, she's one of my oldest friends!

Yours,

Harry Potter

Fin.

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