Dark Conscience

by HighKeyMars

For as long as Harry could remember, there had always been a voice in the back of his head, giving him advice. but when the Dementors are about to kill him and Sirius, he finally gives him and listens to it. that might just be the best decision he's ever made or perhaps the worst decision the world has ever seen. (Not a Tom Riddle Jr/Harry Potter slash fic)

8. Chapter 8

The Daily ProphetBy Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent

Chaos at the Yule Ball: Scandal, Subterfuge, and the Return of Darkness

It was a night meant for elegance, enchantment, and celebration. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry's Great Hall was alight with the shimmer of the Valentine's Day Ball. Yet, beneath the sparkling chandeliers and swirling robes, a storm of dark magic and treachery brewed, leaving dozens of students injured and two notorious Death Eaters unmasked.

The evening's supposed festivities descended into pandemonium when Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, found himself at the center of a maelstrom of magical chaos. Eyewitnesses describe Potter engulfed in a ferocious whirlwind of wind and energy, deflecting spells from nearly every professor in the hall. Headmaster Albus Dumbledore himself was forced to intervene, vanishing with Potter in a swirl of magic only to return moments later with a vengeance.

And what, dear readers, prompted such a spectacle? The answer lies in a sinister plot that reaches deep into the shadows of our world.

A Dangerous Elixir and a Sinister Plot

It appears that both Potter and Beauxbatons champion Fleur Delacour were victims of a nefarious two-part elixir, slipped into their drinks by none other than "Igor Karkaroff." But here, my astute readers, is where the tale twists. Under Dumbledore's probing magic, the man masquerading as Karkaroff was revealed to be Rabastan Lestrange, a Death Eater long thought to be rotting in Azkaban.

Rabastan's sudden unmasking would have been shocking enough, but the evening took an even darker turn when Potter, in a display of remarkable perception, unmasked a second infiltrator: none other than Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, or so everyone had believed. The man behind the scarred visage turned out to be Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan's equally vile brother.

Yes, readers, you heard it here first: the Lestrange brothers, infamous for their crimes against Muggle and wizardkind alike, had infiltrated Hogwarts. And with what goal in mind?

The LeStranges' Grim Agenda

Sources close to the investigation suggest that the Lestrange brothers were targeting none other than Harry Potter himself. What dark magic or deadly schemes they intended to unleash remains unclear, but one cannot help but wonder how these convicted criminals escaped Azkaban undetected and what other horrors they may have been plotting within the sacred halls of Hogwarts.

Harry Potter: Hero or Harbinger?

Potter's actions during the chaos have drawn mixed reactions. While his ability to detect Rodolphus's treachery and disable him mid-attack demonstrates remarkable skill, whispers of his apparent loss of control during the incident have cast a shadow over his heroism. Is Potter a beacon of hope, or does the sheer weight of his power—and his destiny—pose a danger to those around him?

And what of Fleur Delacour, who was equally a victim in this tragic affair? Questions remain about the extent of her involvement—or perhaps her manipulation—by the Lestranges.

A Call for Answers

How did two known Death Eaters infiltrate Hogwarts, and what role does Headmaster Dumbledore's leadership play in this breach of security? These are questions the Ministry must answer. Minister Fudge's office has, predictably, refused to comment, while Dumbledore remains tight-lipped.

As always, I will continue to seek the truth, wherever it may lie. For now, dear readers, remember to watch your backs, question those around you, and trust no one. Darkness, it seems, is always closer than we think.

Harry's magic flared and all the newspapers in the Great Hall burst into flames

My oh my, quite the temper

'I am sick of dealing with this, I can't keep just reacting to things. I … I need to be stronger to be able to be in control'

Is the time turner not enough?

Harry glanced over towards where Fleur was sitting alone at the end of the Ravenclaw table, her own classmates avoiding her due to the accident. Her eyes looked pinky and puffy as if she had spent the night crying, yet Harry saw that her face was cold and emotionless.

'No, it is not enough, I need to be better now'

What are you willing to sacrifice to obtain such power Harry?

'Almost anything'

That is a powerful statement Harry, we will complete it when we arrive into the chamber.

'Ok'

Trust me … things will be okay. Go talk to her

Harry didn't argue with Junior, slipping out of his seat and making his way over to Fleur, well aware of the eyes that remained locked onto his form, watching his every movement. Annoyance bubbled underneath his skin, but he ignored it.

He stopped less than a foot from her, his body tensed, and he realized that he had simply followed Junior's demand but didn't think of what he would say when he got over here. His mind was a mess, and he couldn't think.

"Just take a seat already" sighed Fleur

Harry did as he was told and sat down at the Ravenclaw's table, on the very edge across from her. Her face relaxed ever so slightly as their eyes met and Harry gave her a small lopsided smile.

"I would ask how you're feeling but I know that I feel like shite and imagine you feel similar" admitted Harry, "How did you sleep?"

"Poorly" answered Fleur

"Understandable" replied Harry, "It wasn't your fought Fleur … you did nothing wrong"

"And you did?" questioned Fleur

"No, but these things tend to happen around me" shrugged Harry, "People want me dead for things I didn't have a hand in such as killing Voldemort in the past or if you're Snape, you dislike my dad. These things are just part of my life"

Fleur frowned, "You sound … so passive. I do not like that"

"I … I do not want to be passive or at the beck and call of people more powerful forever, but I am also like 15 years old. In due time, things might be different, but for now I have to put up with people like Dumbledore and the Government" finished Harry with a joke, drawing a small giggle from Fleur

"So, the rumors are true, you are planning to overthrow the government" said Luna as she slid in next to Harry, "I always knew it to be true Harry. Please let me be the First Lady when you decide you want to take over"

Fleur laughed much louder this time and Harry groaned.

Wiltshire, England:

Lord Voldemort sat across from Lucius Malfoy in Malfoy's personal office. It was always strange to him why purebloods always had these overly impressive and large libraries when they themselves were such lazy rich brats. Malfoy across from him was no different, he was somewhat of a businessman, but that came not from dedicated studying.

No, never that, it had been something that he had been groomed to do from the time that he was young by his father.

"I am sure why you are wondering why I asked to speak to you in private Malfoy" mused Voldemort as he took delight in the man's obvious fear

"Could be a number of things that you are concerned about, my Lord" admitted Malfoy

"You have no reason to be afraid" said Voldemort with a big smile, the issue was that all of his smiles were rather sinister in nature, so this did nothing to disarm the fear that Malfoy felt.

"Of course, my Lord" muttered Malfoy, his tone full of fear and Voldemort could see the man was ready to soil himself. So much for Pureblood Supremacy.

"Before I disappeared … I believe that I gave you something to hold onto for me, if I happen to remember things correctly. Do you still have it?" asked Voldemort

Lucius gulped as he felt this heart speed up and start to thunder in his chest, panic setting in and he found himself unable to speak as his throat closed up, his mouth so dry that his lips were stuck together. He did his best to just shake his head, confirming that he did not still have possession of the diary that the Dark Lord had left in his possession.

"Oh … Did you have it placed in your vault for safe keeping? Rather savvy and smart of you, I must give you credit" praised Voldemort

Lucius shook his head in the negative and Voldemort performed a bit of wandless magic and summoned his wand from the depths of his robes and gently banished it to the side table beside his sitting form.

"I am unarmed Lucius, please do tell me what you did with the book that I gave you" tsk'd Voldemort, a sense of dread forming in his stomach and he already had a conclusion simply based on the sheer amount of fear that the blond man across from him was showing, "Speak now at once, no more silence'

Lucius licked his lips, "Well … you see-"

"I do not see a single thing Lucius, did you lose my book?" asked Voldemort

Lucius shook his head, "Not exactly"

"Then tell me exactly what happened" ordered Voldemort

"The book you gave me, it spoke to me" admitted Lucius, "It showed me things, it gave me knowledge, history lessons. It wanted to be used"

Voldemort's red eyes met Lucius's eyes, and he ripped through the man's mind without a care. But brute force wasn't needed as Lucius opened the door for him and let him into his mind, allowing him to see how the Horcrux in the diary had provided him information.

How the Diary had taught Lucius how to control the Dementors, how it had him spring the LeStrange brothers for this plot, how it taught him how to transmute muggle bodies into copies of the freed brothers. How it wanted to find a host that it could use to get its own body.

The Diary had been every much a master as he had been to Malfoy, it had its own wishes and desires. Ultimately it even gave Lucius the final mission of finding him should he fail to gain his own body.

"Interesting" muttered Voldemort as he pulled out of Lucius' mind, receding into his own as he slowly started to give himself some deep thought, the nature of his Horcrux was confusing to him, but he had to be sure of something first.

"Do you know what that diary was?" asked Voldemort

"A shade of your magic" answered Lucius, "It was how I knew that you weren't dead, your magic on the spell would have faded if you were truly dead"

Voldemort could not sense any dishonesty from the man, so he dismissed him, "Leave me alone, I have much to think about. Tell nobody to bother me or I shall kill them for disrespecting my wishes. Now be gone"

Lucius didn't need to be told twice, nor did he protest getting kicked out of his personal study in his own home, that would be rather foolish.

Hogwarts: Chamber of Secrets

'So, this ritual does what exactly?'

Magic cannot be created or destroyed. Despite what less intelligent Purebloods say, you cannot steal it either. Muggleborns are largely the descendants of previously inbred Pureblood squibs. It is a birth defect of sorts, except instead of a physical one in the muggle world, they developed a magical one.

'Magic refused to be used for spells because it was protecting the host?'

Exactly, magic is still deep inside of their body, but the body needs all the magic that it can get to remain functional. Thus, to keep their host alive, magic chooses to become dormant, and it can take generations upon generations for magic to deem the host suitable for casting magic once more. But that is not the point of this session, I will provide more details about how muggleborns came to be at another time if you wish.

'Ok, so this ritual does what exactly?' asked Harry once more

Yes back on track, you cannot steal magic from others. You can steal magic from yourself in a manner.

'What do you mean by 'in a manner' am I taking away my potential for current power?'

No, nothing like that. That would not help you reach your peak in the long run. This technically might not either depending on your views. Harry, to enhance your magical power, you have to sacrifice something. To answer your question, you're going to shave off a time at the end of your life to boost your current life.

Harry froze, that sounded insane.

I know how that might sound, but think about Dumbledore, how old is he?

'Like 110'

113 to be exact Harry. And with how powerful the old man is, he could easily continue living on for another 100 years. Must wizards live between 150 to 200 years old, we age much slower than muggles once we mature. We aren't limiting you to 75 years old, you might live to be 199 or 205 instead.

'How much are we sacrificing?'

As much as you feel comfortable with. This is your decision, you want some extra power, well we are going to pull magic from the end of your life forward. You can be easily twice as powerful by the time you reach 17. But this is your choice Harry, do not do this because I suggest it. You are your own person, make an educated decision.

'How strong could I get if I used 5 years?'

You might be a rival for both Dumbledore and Voldemort by the end of next year, that a lot of time

'Then let's do it!'

Then we shall perform The Ceremony of Yekpanj ("One for Five"). This is an ancient Persian-inspired magical ritual draws its mystique from Zoroastrian symbolism, combining the duality of light and shadow, fire's transformative power, and the sanctity of life. By offering five years of one's own existence, the participant binds themselves to a pact with unseen cosmic forces to gain immense magical abilities.

'How do you know so much about so many different branches of magic?'

I've been around longer than you might think Harry

'But aren't we the same age?'

I am magical in nature Harry, I have knowledge from places you may never ever hear of

'Ok, so how do we do the ritual?'

The ritual must be performed on a full moon night in a desolate as this symbolizes the purity of isolation. Upon finding the correct location to perform the ritual, we make a circular sigil made of salt, saffron, powdered garnet, and Persian runes that are inscribed on the ground, representing the elemental triad of earth, fire, and blood.

'This all sounds a bit too easily'

Next, is a silver bowl filled with fire that can only be fed by sacred herbs: frankincense, sandalwood, and myrrh. We will need to create a ceremonial dagger engraved with Old Persian inscriptions invoking the yazatas who are the celestial beings that are known to fuel this ritual. From there, you will need drop of your blood untouched by magic and a personal token, an item representative of the past five years. It has to be something you will miss, it cannot be something lesser, you have to make a sacrifice.

From there you will place five ceremonial candles placed equidistantly around the sigil, each inscribed with one of the elements: Earth, Water, Fire, Air, and Ether. After everything is prepared, the participant fasts and refrains from speech for one full day before the ritual, drinking only pomegranate juice to symbolize life's bittersweet essence.

'When is the next full moon?'

We have 5 days to get this all done, you will use the time turner to assist in making sure that you have everything you need and are prepared. But you cannot use it for 24 hours prior to the ritual.

Harry nodded and started getting off to work, he wasn't sure how much of this stuff he needed to gather.

As the day arrived, Harry found himself eying the Persian scribbled into the ground with a careful eye.

'Are we sure this is written correctly'

Your Persian is a bit on the poorer side of things

'Will you fix it?'

Yes, but we have to start now, I will fix it right before the ritual commences. Begin by lighting the candles while chanting an ancient Persian prayer: Ahura Mazda, (Keeper of Truth and Light, Bearer of wisdom beyond mortal sight, Witness the bond sealed by this night).

Harry did as he was told, lighting the candles and repeating the prayer.

Now, ignite the fire in the silver bowl with the ceremonial herbs, breathing life into the sacred flames that connect mortal desires with the divine.

Before we use the dagger, let me check the runes for you.

Harry walked around the circle of runes and Junior groaned inside his head.

It was so close to being perfect Harry, but you misspelled your name

'I did?' blushed Harry mentally as he felt a wave of embarrassment flood his body

Give me control over your body and I will correct it.

Harry did so, but this is the first time that Junior had ever used Harry's trust in him against Harry. Because Harry hadn't made a mistake, everything was perfect. Harry was a great student, the perfect companion for someone like Junior. Why should he cut his life short because the main part of Junior's soul was an arsehole?

He shouldn't and Junior wouldn't allow it. Which is why when Harry allowed Junior to guide his body, Junior erased the runes stating Harry James Potter and rewrote them as Tom Marvolo Riddle Junior, then replaced the portion of the runes about the life force and magic of Harry, to consume 40 years of the soul of Tom Marvolo Riddle Junior that was present.

Tom never had kids, but if he had? He would have wanted them to be like Harry. It was worth it to him to sacrifice himself for the brat.

Now use the dagger to draw a single drop of blood and let it fall into the fire, symbolizing the tangible essence of life.

Harry did as he was told, never flinching as the dagger sliced through the tip of his finger.

Now place the personal token into the flames as a representation of the memories and time being offered. As the object burns, it serves as a metaphorical transfer of the five years being surrendered.

Harry placed his first Weasley Christmas sweater in the flames, the red fabric glowing bright blue as it was consumed

Now, repeat after me Zam, Atar, Anahita (forces of the universe, I invoke thee, Bind the power of my soul to the cycles of existence)

Hold your hands above the fire until the heat becomes nearly unbearable. Whisper the phrase: Yek az zendegi. Panj bar mazarfi (One from life, five for power.)

The fire flares violently and extinguishes, plunging the area into an eerie silence. When the candles snuff themselves, the pact is sealed.

Harry looked around confused before his body started to glow the same bright blue that had consumed the sweater, his body spasming as he dropped to the ground. His head was pounding, and he felt blood flow from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

He let out an angry wet cough and blood splattered the ground as he grabbed his head in pain, a loud crackling sound consuming all of his hearing. His body shivered as the pain consumed him and he blacked out.

Are you still alive or do I have this body to myself

'Fuck off you prat'

Mind your tongue Harry

Harry used his wand to vanish all the blood off of his body before he thought about how great a cup of water would be, and his wand erupted a fountain of drinking water.

"Bloody hell" commented Harry before he drank until his stomach hurt from the amount of water that filled it.

You seem to be in much better control

'Yeah, I don't ever remember being able to field my magic this easily before. If this is what 5 years does, then I almost wish that I could have done 10 years'

You can only perform this ritual once Harry

'Oh well, this is going to be great no matter what. I might be stronger than Dumbledore now'

Challenge the old man to a duel to become headmaster then, take the title from the bearded annoyance

'Maybe next year, now what?'

Now? You use the time turner to go back 17 hours and get some rest before popping back upstairs to attend classes.

Harry nodded as he still felt more tired than he had in his life, perhaps this was the cost of stealing future magic? You feel the future fatigue as well.

February 24, 1995:

Harry's legs were seizing up with the effort to keep swimming; his shoulders were aching horribly with the effort of dragging Luna and the tiny Fleur looking girl.

You perform a ritual to become the most powerful wizard in the world and use something like Gillyweed for this task still

'You said it was a good idea'

I was being sarcastic brat, repeat after me

"tyanut" repeated Harry, instantly he felt himself and the pair of ladies become weightless as they were ripped upwards with more force than his legs could have ever generate. He saw the light on the surface then he felt his head break the surface of the lake; wonderful, cold, clear air was making his wet face sting

"BLOODY HELL! POTTER HAS DONE IT! HE HAS FINISHED FIRST!" announced Bagman as Harry emerged from the water. Luna was already waking up by herself as they landed on the shore. She was dragged off by McGonagall at once and Harry noticed that her lips were blue, she was most likely freezing.

Harry felt the gills on his neck vanish as his magic realized he wasn't in water anymore and dispelled the effects of the gillyweed. He reached down with his arms and scooped up the young silvery blonde girl in his arms.

Fleur met him halfway up the bank of the Lake and she tried to grab her sister from his arms, but Harry shook his head. His eyes glanced downwards at the still healing shark bite marks that crisscrossed the left side of her body.

"You don't have the strength" said Harry as his continued carrying into the medical tent, where a team of French medics immediately got to working on the young girl that they had taken from his arms. Fleur shot him a look before following after her sister, Harry understood that she probably was concerned about him as well, but that was her baby sister.

"Come here, you," said Madam Pomfrey. She seized Harry and pulled him to a cot before pushing him down onto it. Harry didn't even get to protest before she had him wrapped in a blanket so tightly that he felt as though he were in a straitjacket and forced a measure of very hot potion down his throat. Steam gushed out of his ears.

"You are in much better shape than either of them" admitted Pomfrey

"Yeah, Krum was a shark. He bit her a couple times, she shot him with a spear gun through the neck. Compared to them, other than the strain of carrying both of these girls, I was just going for a swim" agreed Harry

"Nasty work this tournament is, at least nobody was hoodwinked for this task" muttered Pomfrey as she walked away, shaking her head as she did so.

Now that you aren't drowning, the Gillyweed was a rather solid plan. You just didn't have the physical ability to carry both of those girls.

'I know, we've been so focused on magical might, we fought to build up any extra physical strength'

Something to address in the summertime, right now we have another round of duels coming up in three weeks

'I cannot wait to get Krum in the ring with me'

That poor bastard doesn't stand a chance

Harry's eyes landed on Fleur, the angry red scars on her body made this tournament feel as nasty as Pomfrey had made it out to be. Because that wasn't due to some plot to kill Harry, that was Krum being an arsehole like usual.

'Krum might not survive to face me'

Oh, she's going to kill him, they might have enough of him left over to put in a shoe box, if he's lucky. Women are naturally violent creatures Harry. Women who can cast magic, they are the biggest threat this world has ever seen.

Harry nodded as he slowly made his way over to Fleur, wrapping the blanket around her as her sister finally started to regain color.

"Water does not do well for beings who are fiery in nature" said Fleur, "I wish they had used another person, perhaps they didn't realize the risk of the cold and water"

"Dumbledore might not have, your headmistress might have" said Harry, "They probably figured that we would all make it within the time limit, but I wasn't going to leave her there"

Fleur smirked at him before she grabbed his face with both hands and planted a fierce kiss on his lips, "You are lucky we are not alone, there would be much more passion"

Harry just nodded as his brain attempted to recover from being snogged senseless..

With Dumbledore:

He was very happy at this particular time, this was the fourth task, and it was the first task to go as planned.

Snape sat opposite of him inside of his office, both of them enjoying a cup of tea. On this day, Dumbledore was partaking of a nice cup of Lemon-Ginger tea.

"Severus, there is a certain joy that comes from things coming together" said Dumbledore

"You must have forgotten the joys of grading students essays and classwork. If it gets any worse, I might need to return back to a life of crime" groaned Snape

"You are more than welcome to leave if you are not happy here" shrugged Dumbledore, "I do not need hostages, I need volunteers"

Snape frowned

"You leaving would actually make my life much easier, I get dozens of letters per week from parents about how nasty you are towards their children. It is a wonder they haven't stormed the castle to duel you" continued Dumbledore

Snape scowled at Dumbledore, placing his tea back down on the desk, his dark eyes boring into Dumbledore who did not waiver at the slightest.

"If my talents are no longer appreciated here, I am more than capable of finding work elsewhere" stated Snape

"How? You've never officially taken the Potions mastery exam, your only professional reference is me and based on my Defense Against the Dark Arts track record, my work reference is probably not worth much. You're a man who owes everything to me" countered Dumbledore

"Is that why you've helped me? To hold it over my head and to throw it in my face when the opportunity came about?" challenged Snape

"No, I helped you with the understanding that you would do as you are told when the time came. You wanted me to protect Lily, guess what? I did so. She happened to have placed her trust in the wrong friend, nothing I can do about that. She also trusted you and what did you do? Deliver a prophecy to the Dark Lord without a care in the world about a baby that would be murdered as a result. I held up my end of the deal, it is time for you to hold up your end" said Dumbledore sternly

"And if I refuse?"

"Then I cut you lose and leave you to fend for yourself" shrugged Dumbledore, "Without a position of a pretend spy on my camp, how much use would the Dark Lord have for you? What value would he have for you?"

"I can hide from him, hide from you and everyone else" retorted Snape

"You are a marked man Severus, you don't have a single moment of privacy that is not within the walls of this castle" replied Dumbledore dismissively, "And you would not have to worry about the Dark Lord, Potter would have killed you before the Dark Lord even thinks about it"

"I'm not worried about some arrogant brat" said Snape with a roll of his eyes

""Harry's abilities are nothing short of extraordinary. He's incredibly creative in combat, layering spells and using both offensive and utility magic to outsmart his opponents. His shields are stronger than most, showing advanced control, and he's even mastered rare wind-based magic. He's quick to assess threats, always thinking several steps ahead, and his restraint in combat reflects a strong moral compass. The only thing you might have over him is that Harry pushes himself to the limit. He's not just powerful; he's strategic, unpredictable, and growing stronger every day. Honestly, if he keeps this up, he could rival myself or even Voldemort in time" replied Dumbledore, "Even you have admitted that he has grown so much in the last year, do you really believe yourself to be above the boy?"

Snape bit his tongue as he thought about it, "Perhaps the boy has more talent than I will give him credit for, but he is still just a boy"

"Was I not 'just a boy' at one point?" questioned Dumbledore

"He is not you" sneered Snape

Dumbledore tapped one of the orb shaped devices on his desk, the orb glowing brightly, making Snape cover his eyes as the light grew too harsh to look at.

"I monitor Harry's physical and magical condition at all times. Despite what people will tell you, I have not allowed the boy to suffer. He lived with his relatives because he needed the protections that came with the blood wards that living with his mother's family would provide. But if I could have kept him safe without having to deal with those nasty people, he would have. This orb monitors his magic, it allowed me to keep track of his accidental magic and well-being from afar. The brighter the light, the more power the magic and individual has. Does this look like someone that is not going to be a problem?" questioned Dumbledore before he tapped the orb once more, turning off the device and removing the punishingly bright light.

Snape sat there silently, his eyes locked onto the device and Dumbledore knew that the man was trying to figure out years of hatred and anger at James Potter and remove bias against Harry, but it wasn't going to happen instantly.

"Pretend the boy doesn't exist Severus, you need to grow up and deal with your emotions on your own time. You want to know what I want you to do? It's time for you to return to the Dark Lord's side and be my spy. You owe me your life and freedom, I have given you years of freedom and money, you will return it in spades with information from the other side" ordered Dumbledore

"You would have me risk my life over a promise?" asked Snape

"You once told me you would do anything if I helped hide Lily, I did as you asked. You still owe me your 'anything' as far as I am concerned" dismissed Dumbledore

Snape sneered at Dumbledore, "Fine, I will be your spy"

Dumbledore waved him off, "Go then, we have a war to win"

Snape nodded, "I will provide you whatever information that I can"

As Snape stood up to leave and made his way to the door, Dumbledore gave him one more piece of information as he exited, "Remember Severus, a man with two masters is a man with none. Do your part and your freedom will be granted"

Friday March 18, 1994:

Harry was sitting in the stands this time, this duel didn't involve him. As he was the lone person to be in the lead, he didn't have to duel first. This set of duels was not a free for all, it was a tournament over the weekend. Friday was going to be Fleur vs Krum, then the Loser of this duel vs Harry, then Harry vs the winner of the first fight. The winner of this dueling tournament would be given the most points of 50 and then the losers would be given points based on their performance.

She looks angry

'He ripped her apart in the lake, she's lucky to be alive'

She nearly beheaded him in return, there is no love lost between them

'I am not fond of him either'

Standing up for your girlfriend is cute Harry, I am sure she will appreciate that energy when you accidently rip his spine out tomorrow.

'My control has gotten a lot better'

Your emotions still run wild, that will cease with maturity. You're almost 15 and a half now, you'll be 16 before the end of the year.

'Should I slow down on the time turner?'

Only if you wish. You being slightly older only benefits you as people will be underestimating your power. Plus, you closing some of the distance on the age between you and Fleur isn't the worst thing, you being 1 year younger is much more socially acceptable if you enter a public relationship with her.

'Right, the match is starting'

Fleur stood on one end of the platform, her hair in a ponytail, her body covered in battle robes. Krum stood across from her, his face in that bored brooding mood. Due to the previous issues with the referees, Dumbledore was the referee with this match, the headmaster or headmistress of the school not involved in the duel would be the referee for the match.

Fleur and Krum both bowed slightly before Dumbledore started the duel with a bang from his wand.

Fleur:

Her eyes were looked onto the one person she was certain that she hated in her life, Viktor Krum.

'C'est une garce pathétique'

She made the first move, snapping her wand and wrist as she sent a trio of spells at Krum.

Bombarda

Bombarda

Bombarda

Krum swirled his wand, a brilliant blue dome of magic absorbed the explosions, and he used a Greek spell to send the explosions back at her in a single blast.

But Fleur was much better prepared for Krum's use of flames against her, her magic flared as she took control of the flames being used against her. There was a lot of things that people got wrong about being a veela, but their ability to summon and control flames was correct. It was greatly helped by the nature of their magic, it was so fine and pure. It was like a sewing needle and thread, capable of weaving in and out of all other magic with a simple push/

Krum gasped as the flames boomeranged back towards him, his shield was much fast enough, and Fleur felt a shiver of pleasure fill her body as the flames burned his legs before the shield could fully protect him. He dropped his shield to launch a counterattack, but Fleur was more ran ready for him, her spell launching right before he dropped his shield.

Conjunctivitis

The spell hit him right in his right eye and she took massive glee in the rupturing of his right eye, his roar of pain was music to her ears. Krum slashed his wand, and a shimmering wave of magic raced towards her.

Fleur threw up a shield, the golden hue dome appeared around her instantly. It did nothing to stop the spell, having all of the strength of a chocolate éclair as the spell punched right through it and Fleur slide to the side, only for a biting pain to right through her left side as the spell shredded her skin.

Her left arm fell limp to her side, her arm gashed and diced like pulled pork, the bone being the only reason that it hadn't fallen apart. Based on the warmth flowing down her side, it had also clipped her torso. Her left thigh and leg quivered under her weight.

'That was not a normal spell …putain de conneries'

Fleur's right hand moved without thinking as she cast her first spell,

Vulnera Sanentur

The wave of magic washed over her, not Krum. Her body didn't heal as much as she had hoped, but the bleeding stopped. It was a sign that this magic was not normal, Krum had once again used dark magic against her.

How fucking dare he continue to cheat

Fleur slashed her wand downward and Krum was forced to jump to the side to avoid the whip of fire. Spinning her wand towards her own neck, Fleur cast a spell to protect herself and another spell in a single moment.

Sonorus

She then screamed at the top of her lungs, as loud and powerful as she could. The sound caused Krum to cover both of his ears with both hands. Blood slowly trickled as his ear drums ruptured from being so close to the magically enhanced voice.

Fleur twirled her wand and pointed it at the platform on Krum's side.

cascade gelée

A massive jet of water spewed out of the end of her wand, covering his side almost instantly. Krum was in the process of repairing his ear drums as he couldn't walk or stand without the balance that the inner ear provided.

As the water touched the stage, it froze everything that it came into touch with. Krum's feet froze to the floor as the water continued to flood his side.

"What the hell?" cursed Krum as he tried to lift his feet, his wand aiming at his feet.

Fleur slashed her wand, sending a group of arrows at Krum. Who was forced to use his wand to block the arrows rather than free himself. The water lapped up his legs and had already reached his knees, locking him into place.

The ice left behind by the water grew harsher as Fleur's anger twisted the spell and Krum roared in pain as the ice grew spikes that bit into the flesh of his legs and thighs.

Krum's wand hissed as angry Greek fire exploded out of it, threating to melt the angry ice, but Fleur flooded the spell with her magic, causing the flames to flicker out before they could free him.

Snarling, Krum sent another shimmering wave of magic at her, but Fleur dropped to the ground and rolled out of the way, before tapping the ground and sending more shards of ice at Krum.

The ground swelled before sending a wave of motion at Krum, who had used his wand to stop the shards of ice. The kinetic motion of the wave caused his legs to bend and there was a sharp snap sound as his left knee broke as it bent in the wrong direction.

Krum growled as he slashed his wand and Fleur gasped as Fiendfyre exploded out of his wand, the flames consuming the magic inside the ice that she had used to trap him. The flames spiraled around him before it broke free of his control and started moving away from the dueling stage and going towards the crowd. Dumbledore shouted something and Fleur felt Harry's magic spike as if he was going to step in.

"I got this" stated Fleur to Dumbledore, her voice still amplified by the spell so that it was heard by all.

Gripping her wand with her lone good hand, she stood her ground and swallowed a mouthful of blood as she reached deep into herself and pulled on all of the magic that she could muster.

Her crystal blue eyes glowed a beautiful amber as she used her Veela heritage to grab control of the Fiendfyre redirect the flames away from the audience. The flames fought her, and the large bird of flames launched itself at her and she didn't move as the flames hit her. Her body shivered in the presence of the dark magic of the flames, but the flames didn't burn her body.

Harry's magic crashed over field like a tsunami and Fleur could feel anger and pain inside of it, but he was worried for nothing.

Her magic swirled around her, and it bubbled up around her before expanding and popping the flames, leaving behind a storm of ash that fell around her and Krum.

Krum's leg was put back together, and Fleur could see the fear on his face, she struck faster than he could react, his wand ripped from his grasp as a spell slammed into his chest, sending him skidding back.

He groaned as he quickly located his wand with his seeker abilities, before he dove at it. He immediately sent another weird shimmer spell at her, but she sent a probe of her own magic at it and sent it back at him, rebounding the spell by purely overpowering it.

Krum managed to jump backwards just in time to avoid the spell. The stage in front of him was destroyed in a spray of wood and stone.

Fleur conjured flames behind Krum and pulled it forward, burning the man's back as the Veela flames burned right through his battle robes.

Krum dropped to his knees and Fleur hit him with another spell, chaining his wand arm down to the ground.

Krum blasted the ground, freeing the arm but Fleur had already cast a cutting spell that hit him in the chest. The force of the blast sent debris spraying into his body/

Blood oozed from the gash and Fleur smirked as she pointed her wand at a piece of rubble and started inscribing runes on it. The large chunk of wood that had punctured his right side as a result of his own blasting charm was probably doing more damage than any of the spells that she had cast.

Krum let out a wheeze as his body struggled to remain functioning as pain consumed his mind. He couldn't even think of where to start with healing himself.

"I hate you" said Fleur before she summoned the wood that had managed to pierce his body, ripping the piece of wood out in a spray of blood and bone.

Krum wheeze as he bleed freely, but as his blood hit the ground, runes glowed around him, and he found that he couldn't breath as his right lung was replaced by a chunk of rock.

The medics popped into place immediately and all Krum could do was slum to the ground looking up at the sky as they started working on him as Fleur walked off the stage under her own power, victoriously.

A/N: Well, I hope yall like this chapter because I honestly put in a lot of work into making this something worth posting. Fleur is not a damsel, I can't stand fanfics where she is someone who needs to be saved. She is powerful in her own right, maybe not as dynamically battle wise as Harry, but she is not to be played with. Krum is a victim of the fuck around and find out chart.

Dumbledore might seem OOC, but this is the man I believe we would have seen in the Fantastic Beast movies eventually. He was serious and determined to win the war, he does not have time for Snape's bullshit nor is he some 'I need harry to be weak and pathetic' guy in this story. Dumbledore understands that Harry AND he will win this war.

As for Junior, well he understands he might not be around forever with Harry.

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Until Next Time, HighKey_Mars out.