Chapter 12

September First 1994: Monday]

"Did you hear the stories about last week at the lower end tent area?" Jean asked his son as they weaved their way through the platform nine and three quarters.

Harry shook his head at his adopted father, "I've been busy with the girls and setting up my international agriculture business."

"How is that going by the way?" Jean asked.

"Good so far," Harry told the man. "I'm going to be making about ten million pounds a month selling to the mundane world until I acquire more ward stones."

Jean nodded in pride at the young man beside him. While Harry had become more independent sooner than Jean expected he couldn't be more proud of Harry.

"Well," Jean began. "There were supposedly Death Eaters terrorizing muggles and someone cast Voldemort's Mark into the sky."

"Interesting," Harry thought. "I don't think that it was a sudden riot. I'll be on the lookout for the slightest suspicious thing."

"Good idea." Jean agreed. "I'll keep my ear out at the Ministry and there's your girls," Jean said when he saw the group of girls standing together. "I'll see you this weekend." Jean clapped Harry on his shoulder before activating his portkey that whisked him away.

"Hey Harry," Harry's four Hogwarts girls spoke in unison as they saw him approaching.

"Hey girls," Harry greeted even though he had seen them this morning. The only reason he hadn't arrived with them was that he was seeing off Fleur.

Harry led the now fourth year girls onto the train and to a compartment that was empty. He sat down and almost immediately Hermione and Daphne sat next to him. The twins pouted at the three but sat across from them.

"You were with him all summer," Hermione pointed out when she saw the pouts.

"One can never have enough Harry time," Daphne spoke seriously.

Harry rolled his eyes at their antics.

"So two months until Fleur arrives at Hogwarts and you make the entire school hate you," Parvati commented.

"Like I care," Harry shrugged. He put his arms around Hermione and Daphne then drew them to him. "I already have all my girls, everyone else can go fuck themselves."

"What are we going to do in the two long months without Fleur?" Parvati pouted out childishly.

"We'll see her every weekend," Harry told the Indian girl while he rolled his eyes.

"It's not the same as her being in bed with us every night," Padma pointed out.

"It's not," Harry conceded. He then moved onto a different topic, "As Fleur will most likely be the Beauxbatons Champion, I want you four finished with NEWT theory by the time she arrives."

"Why?" Hermione asked from her spot snuggled into his side.

"When Fleur's chosen as Champion, I plan on training her intensively. I've read up on this tournament and one or more people usually die while participating. I want you four to join in that training," Harry answered the brunette.

"Yes Harry," the four girls replied in eerie unison which made Harry's eyebrow twitch.

-x-x-x-

[October Twenty-Ninth 1994: Thursday]

It was finally the day. The day that Fleur would be arriving with the rest of the Beauxbatons contingent to compete in the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry, his four girls plus Rebecca, wrapped around his wrist, made their way out into the cold October air.

"Whose bright idea was this?" Daphne asked as she wrapped her arms around herself.

"According to Fleur, Beauxbatons is going to arrive in a flying carriage to show off," Harry told Daphne. "Dumbledore preached about inter school unity but in reality this tournament is just for bragging rights."

"I think I see the carriage," Padma said quietly as she pointed to the sky. True to word, a small black dot was flying towards the school and getting bigger by the second.

Harry winced as he watched the carriage bounce everywhere, "I hope they have charms to stop that from translating to the inside."

The carriage, propelled by Abraxans, landed on the ground with a loud thump.

"Look at the lake," one of the students shouted, making everyone's head whip towards the Black Lake.

"Is that the top of a mast?" Hermione asked the group.

As soon as the question escaped the brunette's mouth, a ship burst through the water.

"Guess that answers that question," Daphne said dryly.

"I wonder if they're the reason for the Flying Dutchman legend," Harry spoke out thoughtfully.

"Who's that?" Parvati asked. While Harry had been immersing the pureblood girls in the mundane world there were still bound to be things they didn't know.

"Ghost ship that terrorized the mundane world about one hundred and fifty years ago," Hermione answered. She however groaned when she caught the glimpse of a face that stepped off of the boat. "I just saw Victor Krum. This is going to be so annoying."

"I hope he takes a swing at Harry," Daphne said with a smile. Everyone turned to look at her with incredulous looks so she defended herself. "If he does it will be entertaining to see Harry put him down."

The group looked at each other and shook their heads exasperatedly, making Daphne pout at them.

"Now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen..." Dumbledore spoke until he was interrupted by Filch running down the middle of the Great Hall.

"It's like he's never ran before," Harry watched amazed as the balding man drew his knees up to his chest as he ran. The caretaker then clutched his heart as he kept running. The man whispered something into Dumbledore's ear then left in the same manner.

"So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard tournament," Dumbledore said grandly. "For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of magic and their headmistress, Madam Maxime."

The doors of the Great Hall opened and in came beautiful girls dressed in tight fitting robes. What drew everyone's attention however was a blonde that walked next to the giant of a woman.

Harry could tell that Fleur had her Veela allure on full blast as she walked down the aisle next to her Headmistress.

"Boodly hell she's hot," someone's voice echoed throughout the hall.

When the girls in blue reached Dumbledore, they gave a curtsey to the hall before stepping off to the side.

"And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their Highmaster, Igor Karkaroff," Dumbledore said.

Young men dressed in brown came stomping in, slamming their staves against the ground. As they started running and doing flips Harry couldn't help but allow of little mischief.

Just as the Durmstrang students reached the other end of the Great Hall they suddenly tripped, stumbling into each other. It was a disaster as they were all piled on top of each other.

A man dressed in white, that could only be Igor, sneered at the boys at ruining their grand entrance.

"I know you did that, Harry," Hermione said from his side when she saw the smirk on his face.

"No clue what you're talking about," Harry said smugly.

"Why don't you find yourselves some seats," Dumbledore suggested after the Durmstrang students had stood up.

Madam Maxine didn't even have time to dictate to her students where to sit when she saw Fleur was already walking down the aisle.

Many boys tried to get Fleur's attention as she swayed her hips while walking down the aisle. She stopped in between the spot where Harry and Hermione were sitting. They both scooted over and Fleur sat seamlessly into the spot.

"Fleur, will you please come sit with your schoolmates?" a voice came from the other side of the hall.

Fleur turned to see that it was her Headmistress that had asked her. She looked at the woman and spoke one word, "No."

Harry smirked and placed his hand on the back of Fleur's neck to play with the choker around her neck. It was at that moment that everyone noticed that the choker was exactly the same as the one that the rest of girls wore.

Instantly the lustful looks directed at Fleur turned to rage, hate filled looks directed towards Harry.

"I think my Veela mate is fine just where she is, Headmistress," Harry spoke out clearly.

Madam Maxine looked like she wanted to bash Harry's skull in but kept her mouth closed.

"Your attention please! I would like to say a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks." Dumbledore said grandly.

After a quick speech by some bureaucrat saying that no one under seventeen could enter the tournament, Dumbledore waved his wand over an artifact.

The golden box melted away to reveal a stone cup that emitted a blue flame.

"Harry," Fleur spoke very quietly as she noticed the color of the flame. Harry quickly entered Tunnel then did a thorough inspection of the cup. He found that the cup drew power from ambient energy in the air while he drew his own power from an unknown source.

"It's just a coincidence, the cup doesn't use the same type of energy," Harry said to Fleur once he was back in normal time. Fleur looked relieved as she didn't want to think of someone that wasn't Harry having the ability to use his powers.

"The Goblet of Fire," Dumbledore began, closing the conversation between Harry and Fleur. "Anyone that wishes to enter their name into the tournament will simply write their name on a piece of parchment then put it into the flame."

"Now, everyone needs a goodnights sleep so I suggest we be off to bed," Dumbledore spoke in his fake grandfather voice.

"Fleur," Madam Maxine called out. "Come."

"Sorry," Fleur said to her Headmistress. "But I have been away from my mate for too long so I think I'll be staying with him."

"I'm sorry but I can't allow that," Dumbledore stepped into the conversation. He was aware that the three schools were watching them and decided that this would be a good time to knock Harry down a peg or two.

"There's nothing for you to allow," Harry spoke firmly. "Fleur is my Veela mate which according to international law means we are married."

Dumbledore stumbled over his thoughts a little not thinking that Harry would know that old law. He then decided to play his ace, "But she is your sister."

Everyone started to get confused looks unlike the disgusted ones that Dumbledore was expecting.

Harry on the other hand laughed, "It's true that Apolline and Jean raised me from the age of six but they never adopted me. While I think of them as my parents, Fleur is not my sister."

Dumbledore stayed silent knowing that he had lost the argument.

Harry smirked at Dumbledore before leading Fleur out of the hall by his arm around her lower back. Four Hogwarts girls followed the pair giggling at the interaction between the two.

-x-x-x-

[October Thirtieth 1994: Friday]

The next day, which was Friday, Harry and his four Hogwarts girls found themselves in another class of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"This class is so boring now," Hermione complained.

"The only downside of studying ahead," Daphne agreed from her side.

"How do you cope with this?" Hermione asked Harry who was sitting in the desk behind her.

Harry shrugged, "I usually just put a tiny bit of focus on the class then I'll work on something in my mindscape."

"So you spend six hours or more working on Occlumency?" Parvati asked incredulously.

"Not just Occlumency, anything really," Harry explained.

"Maybe we should try that," Hermione suggested to the other girls. Harry watched the girls retreat into their minds and leave very little attention on their class.

The grizzy, scarred man that was their professor walked into the room with a thud every other step thanks to his wooden leg.

"Today we'll be learning about the unforgivable curses," Moody said as he limped to the front of the class. "Can anyone tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?"

Harry quickly drew the girls out of their trances as this was something they needed to learn about.

"Three," Hermione spoke with a disturbed tone in her voice.

"And they are so named?" Moody asked as he walked to the chalk board.

"Because they are unforgivable," Hermione answered. "Any use of one of them earns-"

"-A one way ticket to Azkaban," Mood interrupted and finished. He wrote '3 unforgivables' on the chalk board before limping around the class room.

"You!" Moody shouted out as he stopped in front of a random Ravenclaw student. "Give me the name of a curse."

"T-the I-i-i- imperius curse," the student stuttered out.

"Good," Mood said. He stumped over to a desk and drew a spider out of a jar.

"Engorgio," Moody cast on the spider that made it triple in size. "Imperio." Moody made the spider dance on people's head before he stopped in front of another desk of a pale Neville Longbottom.

"What's another curse?" Moody asked as he had the spider tap dance in front of the student.

"The cruciatus curse," Neville said quietly.

"Correct, correct. The torture curse," Moody said enthusiastically. "Crucio." The spider started shrieking in pain and everyone could see that the curse was having an effect on the boy.

Everyone blinked as a red spell shot past most of the class and slammed into the scarred professor. The class turned to see Harry standing up with his wand out.

The lucky wizard walked up to the stunned professor and noticed broken glass. He was surprised to see the rare potion polyjuice amidst the broken glass.

Harry sent a couple of more spells to secure Moody before he reached into his pocket. He drew out a mirror and spoke, "Jean Delacour."

A few seconds past and everyone was surprised when a voice answered, "What can I do for you, Harry?"

"I have a polyjuiced professor that just cast the cruciatus curse in front of Longbottom's son," Harry deadpanned.

There was a pause, "Alastor would never do that. Give me a second and I'll floo to Madam Bones' office."

Harry turned to the class who was staring at Harry with wide eyes. He saw someone get up to leave, most likely to tell a professor and quickly reacted to seal the door shut.

"No one is leaving until my father and Madam Bones get here," Harry said firmly. He turned to the still shivering boy, "You alright there, Longbottom?"

"Yeah," the boy said softly. "Thanks for that."

"The real Moody would never do that to you," Harry commented to Neville. "I've heard my dad talk about him. He was a hard man but would never do that with what happened to your parents."

Neville nodded stiffly in thanks and acknowledgement.

Harry turned when he felt his locking charm being broken and knew that only someone of Auror-level training could break the locking charm he had cast.

"Harry?" Jean's voice questioned as he opened the door cautiously.

"In here, Dad," Harry called out. The door opened fully showing Jean, an older looking Susan Bones, and two very hard looking Aurors. "Whoever this is has been taking polyjuice potion."

One of the Aurors crouched down and studied the potion on the ground, "He's right, it's polyjuice."

Harry looked offended, "Of course I'm right."

The Auror turned towards him and said sarcastically, "Forgive me if I don't trust the opinion of a child."

"This child," Harry stressed the word, "Is a certified potions master." The room, even the girls, looked at him in surprise.

"It's true," Jean nodded. "He gained his mastery when he was nine. I'm sure if it wasn't for the girls he would have already taken his NEWTs and be done with school."

"He's changing," Madam Bones noted. The Moody lookalike slowly grew smaller, the fake eye popping out as a real eye grew.

"Barty Crouch Jr.?" the other Auror asked in immense surprise.

"Isn't he supposed to be dead in Azkaban?" Madam Bones asked.

"His death was obviously faked," Jean stated the obvious.

The Aurors bound Crouch Jr. and then cast a levitation charm on him. They had just turned around when Dumbledore stepped into the room followed by McGonagall and Snape.

"Madam Bones? What are you doing here?" Dumbledore asked.

"Jean called me saying that his son had found someone under polyjuice at Hogwarts," Madam Bones told the headmaster. She then motioned to the floating man, "Barty Crouch Jr. was polyjuiced as Alastor Moody."

"My dear boy, why did you not come get me or another professor?" Dumbledore asked grandfatherly.

"Because I don't trust you," Harry spoke simply.

"Now, I'm sure you have problems to sort out," Harry called as he walked towards the door. The girls stood up and followed him. "Bye Dad," Harry called out as he left the room.

"I hate that brat," Jean spoke out loud. Madam Bones raised an eyebrow at him which was impressive as it was the one that held the monocle in it. "He always does the big revel and then makes me clean up the aftermath."

"I'm sure you deserve it," Madam Bones said amusedly. Jean gave her a wounded look as they followed the two Aurors out, leaving a dumbfounded room behind.

-x-x-x-

[October Thirtieth 1994: Friday]

"So, potions mastery?" Hermione asked Harry as they walked down the corridor.

Harry shrugged, "It's actually not that hard to get. All you have to do is change an existing potion to be at least forty percent more efficient and/or cheaper."

"But at nine?" Daphne asked.

"What can I say? I'm a magic prodigy," Harry said smugly.

There was a pause before Parvati spoke up, "You accidently dropped something into your potion and made it better didn't you?"

Harry pouted at her for ruining his moment. He then admitted to the girls, "Yes I did but I've made plenty of discoveries without my luck."

"Really?" Hermione perked up. "Like what?" She knew with Harry's intellect and luck that she was sure that he would make amazing discoveries but she hadn't heard of any.

"It's actually only little things," Harry shrugged. "Not like I'm going to release them to the public though."

"Why not?" Hermione demanded.

"Why should I? The Wizarding World never did anything for me," Harry told her. "I know you're probably thinking that I've made huge discovers but I really haven't. A Potions Mastery is really that easy to get."

"He's right," Parvati said quietly. "It really is easy to get your Mastery."

"How do you know?" Hermione asked.

"Because I wanted to be a Potions Mistress when I graduate," Parvati answered her. "Harry knows and has been putting emphasis on potions in my studies."

"That reminds me," Harry spoke out after Parvati had finished speaking, "You three need to find something to master in."

"Politics," Daphne said immediately. "I know you're building an international company and it's going to be very powerful in the coming years."

"I meant magic," Harry said dryly, already knowing that was what Daphne wanted to do.

"Oh," Daphne said even though she already knew that's what Harry meant. "I would have to say Dark Arts then."

Everyone paused and looked at her.

"They're called Dark Arts for a reason, they're evil," Hermione said shocked.

"Dark doesn't mean evil," Harry told the girls besides Daphne. He then turned to Daphne, "I'll allow it only because I found a ritual in the Potter family library that is a cleansing ritual for the Dark Arts."

"Thank you," Daphne smiled as she knew if Harry said no then she wouldn't be able to learn them.

"You three are also going to at least learn the basics," Harry told the girls. "If only for the reason to know what you're up against."

The girls nodded their heads in agreement seeing his point.

"There's my favorite people," a cultured French voice said from a short distance away from the group.

"Hey, Flower," Harry greeted her. He gave her a light kiss and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"What was the serious discussion?" Fleur asked as she had seen the serious expressions on their faces as she was walking up.

"Harry wants us to master in something," Hermione answered the quarter Veela.

"Oh that," Fleur said. "He had the same discussion with me two years ago."

"What did you choose?" Parvati asked curiously.

"Curse breaking and Warding," Fleur answered the twin. "What about you girls?"

"Dark Arts," Daphne smiled at her. She was relieved to see Fleur smile at her and assumed that Harry must have already had this talk with her.

"Potions," Parvati answered with a smile.

"What about you girls?" Fleur asked the other two girls when they didn't answer.

"Well, I really like Charms," Padma answered unsurely.

"What about you, Hermione?" Fleur asked the silent girl that was walking at their side.

"Transfiguration," Hermione answered.

"Good choice," Fleur nodded.

"As long as you don't end up setting your mouth like McGonagall," Harry half joked. Hermione harrumphed in annoyance at his joke.

"Did you put your name in the Goblet yet?" Harry asked Fleur, changing the subject.

"Yes," Fleur answered in affirmative. She then gave a wary look to Harry, "Though based on what you've mentioned for training I don't think I want to get chosen."

Harry adopted an evil smile that made Fleur and the girls feel a shiver go down their spine.

-x-x-x-

[October Thirty-First 1994: Saturday]

The next night, the three schools were gathered inside the Great Hall to await the Champions that would be called.

"Sit down please. And now the moment you've all been waiting for, the Champions selection!" Dumbledore shouted over the crowd. He waved his hand at the torches in the room and they lowered their light output. While impressive to a student, Harry knew it was a very simple thing to do if you knew how.

Dumbledore walked up to the Goblet of Fire that was raging with a blue flame. The blue flame turned red and with a plume of fire out came a piece of paper. Dumbledore caught the piece of paper and flipped it over so he could read it.

"The Durmstrang Champion is..." Dumbledore said grandly. "Victor Krum."

The Great Hall broke out in applause as Krum pumped his fist. He walked out of the Great Hall and through a door into a room called the Antechamber.

The goblet repeated its plume of fire and out came another floating object that looked more than a little crispy on the edges.

"The Champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour," Dumbledore said as he read the object in his hand.

Harry caught sight of what he paper actually was and turned to Fleur, "Is that a paper doily?" He had to stop himself from laughing out loud.

"Madam Maxine made us," Fleur said. She stood up and started walking towards the Antechamber when she heard her mate start laughing. The quarter Veela turned and stuck her tongue out at him.

Another piece of parchment flew out of the fire of the goblet and Dumbledore caught it.

"The Hogwarts Champion is Cedric Diggory," Dumbledore shouted.

A tall pretty boy stood up and walked towards the Antechamber like the other two Champions.

"Did he just sparkle?" Harry asked with a frown. He could have sworn he saw Diggory sparkle as he passed the goblet.

"You saw that too?" Daphne asked her boyfriend.

"Weird," Harry said simply.

Unexpectedly to the three schools, the Goblet of Fire shot another name out and into Dumbledore's hand.

"Now, before I read this name I would like to tell everyone that this person was forced into the tournament," Dumbledore said with a fake smile as this was the last thing he wanted to say but the French Ministry, along with Madam Bones, was putting a lot of pressure on him. "Professor Moody was being impersonated by a Death Eater and put this student's name in the Goblet of Fire against his will. Unfortunately, the rules are clear and he must compete. Now, without further ado, Harry Potter."

Harry sighed and stood up then walked to the Antechamber. He saw Fleur sitting in a chair and went over to sit next to her.

"Why are you doing this?" Fleur asked quietly in French. "Can't you get out of this?"

"I could get out yes," Harry agreed. He then smirked, "But I wanted some fun and Crouch put my name in the Goblet for a reason."

"I have no chance to win against you," Fleur huffed out. She turned so that she could drape her legs over his lap. He got the message and started massaging her calves that he knew had taken a beating from the exercise he had put her through earlier.

"You're only real competition is me," Harry pointed out. "Krum's a rock and Diggory's a pretty boy."

"What do I get if I win?" Fleur asked sultry.

"Well, not to brag but you most likely won't beat me," Harry pointed out. "But what do you want if you beat Rock and Pretty?"

"Hmmm," Fleur put on a thoughtful face on. It was actually hard to think of something when your mate gave you everything you wanted. She then admitted to her mate, "I can't think of anything but I reserve the right to choose later."

"Alright, love," Harry told her.

A man walked into the room followed by Dumbledore and his counterparts. Barty Crouch Sr. was supposed to oversee the tournament but his son had been the one to point out that his father was the one that broke him out of prison.

The man gave a little speech about the clues to the next task then left quickly, clearly not wanting to be there.

Harry and Fleur left shortly after the man, ignoring the calls of their Headmaster and Headmistress.

Fleur broached the subject that was on her mind as they were walking back to Harry's room, "What do you think the first task is?"

"We have to collect a golden egg from a nesting dragon," Harry told his Veela mate.

Fleur paused in walking which in turn made Harry stop. "You're not serious are you?"

"Of course not, Sirius in my godfather," Harry joked. Fleur gave him a deadpanned looked. "Yes, we have to get passed a dragon."

"Great, I have no clue how I'm going to do that," Fleur muttered to herself.

"We have three weeks to train," Harry reassured her. "Champions also don't have to take exams so we don't have to go to class either so we'll have plenty of time to train."

"You won't let anything happen to me will you?" Fleur asked softly.

Harry caught the worry in her voice and was quick to reassure her, "If it looks like you're in mortal danger I'll swoop in and save you."

Fleur felt her worry ebbed away and she snuggled into Harry as they walked the halls of Hogwarts.