The Blue Flames

Chapter 25: The Blue Flames

As usual, Harry's group went to the room of requirement after the surprising announcement of the Triwizard tournament during the dinner. 

Astoria and Iris were discussing it with barely held excitement. Daphne and Harry were silent as they both knew the real reason behind the sudden bringing back of the ancient Triwizard tournament. Tracey, as perceptible as always, stared at Daphne and Harry expectantly, knowing that they were hiding something from the group.

"Girls!" Harry said, looking at the third year girls, stopping their incessant chatting. When everybody was silent, he started speaking. He told them about Voldemort's plan to get himself a new body, he revealed that Professor Moody was in fact an imposter, he told them everything he knew. With his every word, Tracey, Astoria and Iris were getting restless, their faces pale from the instinctual fear. 

When Harry was done explaining, he was bombarded with many questions by his worried friends and sister. He did his best to reassure them, bragging about his powers, telling them that he was unbeatable. It did assuage their fear but the girls internally decided to remain on guard and look out for Harry. From there, Harry redirected the conversation towards mundane activities to stop them from worrying too much. When the time came to go back to their dorms, Tracey remained seated while others stood up and prepared to go.

"Harry, can we talk? Alone?" Tracey requested nervously. Harry nodded and sat back, in front of her.

"I will tell you all later what this is about. I want to tell Harry first because it concerns him." Tracey said, staring at the other girls. They shrugged at that and left after kissing Harry.

The first few minutes were filled with tense silence, both of them staring at each other.

"Is this about the thing that was worrying you in the summer holidays?" Harry broke the silence. Tracey nodded slowly.

"Finally! So what is the problem?" Harry questioned, eager to finally understand the problem and hopefully solve it in jiffy. Tracey opened her mouth several times to speak but no words came out.

"Tracey, it is getting quite annoying. Just spit it out for fuck sake." Harry groaned, slumping back on the comfortable sofa.

"My dad is a Death Eater, was a Death Eater." she finally answered in a timid voice. Harry in an instant was beside her, his arms around her.

"Is he hurting you? Is he torturing you? I will fucking kill him in the most painful way." Harry said coldly, embracing her tightly.

"No, no, no. You have got it all wrong. He is nothing like that. He is the best father I could ever hope for. He will never hurt me. Never." Tracey explained quickly, frantically, cupping his cheeks, making sure that he understood her. Harry's cold anger vanished suddenly and he looked at her dubiously.

"Then...what is the problem?"

"He was a Death Eater." Tracey answered in a quiet voice but didn't expand on it.

"Ah. I see. Did he ever kill someone? Or you know...rape someone?" Harry asked carefully, knowing that Tracey would never be able to forgive her father if he actually did that. After all, Tracey herself barely survived an attempted sexual assault in her first year. Though nothing happened to her then, thanks to the timely arrival of Harry himself, she would always hold a personal grudge for a man like that. 

He knew he wasn't the best person to judge someone since he was a killer himself. But he couldn't console Tracey if he didn't know the true extent of her father's sins. Tracey smiled weakly, a bit relieved as she knew the answer.

"None. He was forced to take the dark mark by his family. He didn't participate in any raids. He was Death Eater just in name. He was only forcefully made to provide financial aid to the dark side." She finished her explanation.

"Is he going to be a problem for me in the future?" he inquired, raising his eyebrow curiously, totally lost, not knowing what really was the problem. Tracey shook her head in response.

"Then what actually is the problem?" Harry frowned.

"He still did help the dark side by providing money. He still was associated with a group of terrorists. The same who took your parents away from you. And I am the daughter of such a man. But I still love him. I still don't want you to harm him in future. Please don't hurt him." Tracey whispered, angry at herself, unable to stop the helpless tears from falling down her cheeks. Harry sighed in part annoyance and part relief as he pulled her head to his chest, encompassing her in a warm hug.

"Tracey, you are an idiot. You made both me and yourself worried for nothing. I don't see a problem here. I don't care who your parents are. I care for you, you are my best friend. Nothing else matters. As for not harming him? Of course I wouldn't if that's what you wish for. I hope you do trust me enough to share your problems with me. It actually is quite a pain to see my family suffering and not being able to help them." Harry said, drawing circles on her back with his fingers.

'It's not as if I will just start hunting people with Dark Mark for fun... actually I can totally see myself doing that.' Harry thought in morbid amusement.

Tracey apologised softly, looking up at him with bright happy eyes, her lips curved into her usual kind smile. Harry couldn't help but lean forward and gave her a soft kiss on those lovely lips.

"You are finally back." Harry chuckled, squeezing her gently, relieved to see her full smile. Tracey had a beaming smile as she pulled him in a searing kiss. Harry chuckled but enthusiastically returned the kiss while pulling her over his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tight against him.

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After thirty minutes of make out session with Tracey, he returned to the Slytherin dormitory hand in hand with his best friend. Tracey went to her room after bidding him goodnight and giving him a parting kiss. 

Harry walked to his room and opened the door to freeze in surprise.

Iris was sitting on the bed with crossed legs, waiting for him. The thing that surprised him was that she was just in her underwear, silky blue bra and knickers. Harry blinked a few times, to get his thoughts in order and not get distracted by the delicious sight of his half naked little sister. Her eyes brightened at seeing him, her lips forming a shy and excited smile. Harry smiled back as he closed the door behind him. He stood still, his eyes taking in every inch of Iris. Her gorgeous red hair flowing behind her, her emerald eyes shining with lust, her soft pink lips curved into a nervous smile, her delicate neck ripe for kissing and biting, her small but round and shapely breasts adorned by the beautiful blue fabric, her pale flat stomach tempting him to caress her skin, her long and slender legs crossed over each other, her underwear hiding the beautiful secret between her legs.

"Don't just stare. Come join me." Iris said with a smirk, leaning on the pillows and uncrossing her legs and spreading them on the bed. Harry chuckled softly as he sat beside her.

"What exactly are you doing?" He asked, kissing her cheek, running his fingers through her smooth silky hair.

"Seducing you." Iris smiled mischievously. Harry laughed in amusement, patting her cheek.

"Consider me seduced." Harry grinned, licking her cheek with his tongue. The next event happened so fast that Iris was puzzled for a second to find herself lying on her back on the bed with her brother hovering over her.

"Harry!" she squeaked in surprise when she felt his face on her neck and the bulge of his pants on her knickers. 

The blood rushed to her face as she felt happy and nervous at the same time from the sudden compromising position. She wasn't shy about touching her brother. They had already touched each other so many times in so many ways, heck! She slept with her arse pressed to his groin every night but this was different. She could feel Harry's mouth nibbling on her neck, she could feel him rubbing his crotch between her legs, she could feel his excitement.

This was the first time that she expected something to finally happen.

She wrapped her arms around his head, combing his hair as he continued kissing all over her neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned as his stimulation through his lips and crotch was intensely pleasurable.

"Such a beautiful body you have, little sister." Harry said with a leery grin, his gaze lingering on her lips and then on the bra. She blushed in a cute manner and felt stupid for feeling shy. She was finally getting what she always wanted and here she was acting like a moron and not being able to reply to him. As if he could read her mind, Harry laughed while touching her lips with his thumb. She pouted at that, not liking his laughter at her speechlessness but the next second his lips were on hers. Her pout melted as she answered his kiss enthusiastically, absolutely loving the feelings it ignited in her. She grabbed his hair in her fingers and pulled his face on hers, mashing his lips on hers, enjoying the sensual dance of their tongues in each other's mouth. Harry's hands weren't idle during their kiss, they were wandering all over her body, leaving a pleasurable hot sensation on her skin, gently squeezing her boobs, stroking her stomach, fondling her hips and arse. They both panted heavily after they pulled back a few inches, disconnecting their hungry kissing, their quick warm breaths blowing on each other's face.

"Fuck me." she whispered, pressing her hips against his, feeling his excitement pressing between her legs. Harry smiled but shook his head, cupping her cheeks with his hands.

"Not tonight," he said but seeing her crestfallen look he added, "but that doesn't mean we can't do other things."

With that, he removed her bra quickly and put it on the bedside table. Iris shivered as her chest was now stark naked. Her pink nipples were already hard before his fingers even reached them.

"Ahh!" she moaned as he brushed his fingers on her protruding pink nips. He squeezed her boobs earning a high pitch moan from her. He lowered his head and engulfed her nipple in his mouth, his lips pressed around her areola and his tongue flicking her nipple inside his mouth urgently. Iris couldn't help but scream in pleasure as she had never felt such an indescribable sensation before. The soft sound of him sucking her nipple and her moaning along with her occasional screams were the only sounds in the room. She had her arms wrapped around his head, not knowing whether to push him off or pull him tighter on her chest, such was the intense pleasure. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as usual but now she was frantically wiggling her knickers-clad cunt on his hardened member.

"Harry... Harry... brother…" she whispered incoherently as they continued pleasuring each other. The pressure in her core, which was increasing constantly, suddenly skyrocketed. She held onto her brother tightly as her body trembled underneath him, heralding the massive orgasm.

"Harry!..." she yelled, pressing her face in his hair as his face was still on her tit, sucking on her nipple. Harry quickly realised what was happening and his hand instantly was on her knicker. He pulled it down effortlessly, so her pussy was now free. Iris was so lost in euphoria that she didn't have time to blush. He palmed her nether lips and squeezed them gently. Her eyes opened wide as she realised that her brother was touching her down there. His palm was on her naked pussy. It was for the first time that he touched the naked skin between her legs. But his touch just sent her over the edge and she squirted on his waiting palm. She slumped back and closed her eyes, partly from the sudden exhaustion and partly from embarrassment. His hands felt so good there.

"Such a lovely taste you have, little sister. Why am I not surprised?" Harry said, licking his palm and fingers. Iris snapped her eyes open and saw him licking her cum off of his fingers. She was deeply scared and apprehensive. Why did he have to lick it? What if it smelled bad? What if it tasted like shite? She moaned suddenly when Harry started circling his thumb around her swollen clit. She met his eyes, which were full of unsatisfied lust.

"What? Did you think that was it? I didn't even climax, little one. We are just getting started. We have a whole night to explore each other's body. Whole night to kiss every inch of your skin, whole night to provide you with body shaking orgasms, whole night to drink your essence. But before that, let me get naked. I feel I am wearing too much clothes." Harry smirked, licking his lips. 

Iris felt herself getting turned on with his every word. Harry climbed off of the bed and started undressing...in an annoyingly slow manner. She grabbed the discarded knicker from beside her and threw it at him. He caught it effortlessly.

"Be quick, brother." she grumbled. Harry chuckled as he bunched her underwear in his palm and buried his nose in it.

"What an impatient girl you are. If you weren't so beautiful or smelled so good, I might have given you some harsh punishment to make you learn the virtue of patience." Harry joked as he dropped her knicker on the floor but he did as asked and got naked in a few seconds. Iris's gaze was transfixed on his member. She had felt it many times during their make out sessions or when they would cuddle but it was the first time that she saw it in its all naked glory. She was mesmerized by the unusual sight.

"Come to the edge of the bed and repay. It's your turn to make me cum." Harry said huskily, giving his length a couple of strokes. Iris quickly but uncertainly sat at the edge of the bed where Harry was standing in front of her. She wrapped her dainty fingers around his girth. Harry sighed and had an anticipatory smile

"It's going to be a long night but full of fun." Harry mumbled as he caressed Iris's head affectionately whose gaze was stuck on his length as she pumped her fingers slowly and nervously as if fearing that she would hurt him.

Harry woke up with his morning boner snuggled between Iris's arse cheeks. He blinked a couple of times to clear away his sleep, he silently yawned but didn't move. He was quite comfortable in his current position. His member resting between the warm and soft fleshy buns of his sister, his one hand around Iris' waist and onto her pert breast. He smiled widely as he remembered the events of last night. Just in one single night he had done almost everything sexual with her, except sex.

She had first given him a handjob, then he had finger fucked her, then he went down on her and loved her screams of pleasure as he buried his face between her legs, then she had given him a blowjob, after that they had done the 69 position, then he had her on her knees and elbows and had placed his throbbing member between her butt cheeks and had started thrusting like crazy. That was their last activity and they went to sleep after that. Not that they had just done all of this constantly. They had taken breaks between the positions in the form of kissing and groping. He was brought out of thoughts as Iris was now grinding her arse against his boner.

"Good morning to you too, Iris." he chuckled, earning a groan from her when he pinched her nipple.

"Good morning, big brother. I am just helping the smaller brother." she replied cheekily as she started grinding aggressively against him in a sideways position. Harry groaned as he gripped her waist to keep his cock positioned between her butt cheeks. He used his other hand to fondle her sexy arse. In no time, he was reaching his climax.

"Iris…" he mumbled softly. She quickly sat up and swallowed the head of his cock, knowing that he was close. Harry gripped her head, lying on his back and gave a couple of quick thrusts and then exploded inside her warm mouth. Iris eagerly swallowed his load, liking his taste. Harry had tried to tell her last night that she didn't need to swallow his cum, that she didn't have to follow his example but she declared that she loved it and wanted it.

"Tasty." Iris grinned as she let his soft member out of her mouth.

"Oh, what does it taste like?" Harry asked curiously. Iris scrunched her nose in concentration and tried to find the right words.

"I am not a chef so I don't know how to describe different tastes. And why make it complex? It is either bad or good. Fortunately for you and me, it tastes good." Iris shrugged when she didn't come up with an answer. Harry laughed genuinely at her honest answer as he sat up.

"Now it's my turn." Harry smirked and forced her on her back. Iris complied happily and spread her legs for him.

"Oh.. brother." she moaned loudly when his lips met her nether lips in a giddy kiss.

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The next few days passed instantly. The new first years swore Harry's oath reluctantly, cajoled by the other Slytherin students who informed them the price of defying him. Tracey was not exactly happy with it but didn't make a fuss about it. Luna had also started to mingle with Astoria and Iris after heeding his earlier suggestion.

Harry also started getting more annoyed as now his girls were getting more attention from the male population of Hogwarts. Though they didn't approach any of his girls after he utterly humiliated a fifth year Ravenclaw who had the gall to propose to Daphne in the great hall. That started rumours in the school. Now everyone thought that Daphne was Harry's girlfriend which was the reason for Harry's outburst at the unfortunate boy. Not exactly wrong but not correct either. Still, he hated how some boys leered at Daphne and Tracey, staring so intently as if mentally stripping them naked. Harry knew it was totally normal for boys to desire beautiful girls but for the fuck sake, they could learn how to be discreet. At one point he was so angry that he was just a second away from drawing his wand, it took both Tracey and Daphne to drag him to an empty classroom and kiss him senseless to abate his anger.

Though on the other side, his physical relationship with Tracey and Daphne was going well. He had seen them totally naked by this point. He could still remember how he embarrassed himself by just staring at Tracey's luscious big breasts for the first time with drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. The normally kind Tracey had used that embarrassing situation to tease him countless times after that. Both Tracey and Daphne were now comfortable being naked with Harry. He had done the same things he had done with Iris to them. Though not in a single day. He took his time making them comfortable before progressing forward. It was so fun now being able to do anything except sex with Iris, Daphne and Tracey. And his nights were usually filled with hearing Iris screaming his name or screaming 'brother' while he was busy ravishing her petite curvy body.

His relationship with Astoria was also just getting better and better. Though they didn't do anything more than kissing and groping, he was happy how they were progressing. He predicted that Astoria would follow the other girls before the end of his fourth year. Harry considered himself quite lucky that he was able to keep four gorgeous girls attached to him without causing major dissent among them. It was truly a unique and precious thing.

Eventually, October arrived, bringing the start of the triziward competition. The other two schools arrived in style with gigantic carriage and an epic ship. Harry was impressed by the arrival. Harry and the girls sat on the Slytherin table as the students from other schools sat with them.

When all the students had entered the Hall and settled down at their House tables, the staff entered, filing up to the top table and taking their seats. Last in line were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime. When their headmistress appeared, the pupils from Beauxbatons leapt to their feet. A few of the Hogwarts students laughed. The Beauxbatons party appeared quite unembarrassed, however, and did not resume their seats until Madame Maxime had sat down on Dumbledore's left-hand side. Dumbledore remained standing, and a silence fell over the Great Hall.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and most particularly guests," said Dumbledore, beaming around at the foreign students. "I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable."

One of the Beauxbatons girls still clutching a muffler around her head gave what was unmistakably a derisive laugh. She was a Veela as Harry deduced after seeing her fiery magic. Harry and Iris glared at the girl. Though Harry wasn't patriotic or anything, he did indeed like Hogwarts. It was here that he made his new family. It was quite a sacred place in his mind.

"No one's making you stay!" Iris whispered furiously, bristling at her. Harry grabbed her hand underneath the table and gave a gentle squeeze, calming her.

"The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast," said Dumbledore. "I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home!"

He sat down, and Harry saw Karkaroff lean forward at once and engage him in conversation.

The plates in front of them were filled with food as usual. The house-elves in the kitchen seemed to have pulled out all the stops; there was a greater variety of dishes in front of them than Harry had ever seen, including several that were definitely foreign.

"It looks like my urge to eat French food is finally going to be sated tonight." Daphne mused as she started eating. Harry and the girls gave her amused look.

"What? It's true. I felt like eating French cuisine for the past few days." Daphne grinned.

The Great hall seemed somehow much more crowded than usual, even though there were barely twenty additional students there; perhaps it was because their differently colored uniforms stood out so clearly against the black of the Hogwarts robes. Now that they had removed their furs, the Durmstrang students were revealed to be wearing robes of a deep blood red.

Once the golden plates had been wiped clean, Dumbledore stood up again. A pleasant sort of tension seemed to fill the Hall now.

"The moment has come," said Dumbledore, smiling around at the sea of upturned faces. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I would like to say a few words of explanation before we bring in the casket —"

"The what?" Iris muttered from beside him. Harry shrugged but suspected what it was.

"— just to clarify the procedure that we will be following this year. But first, let me introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation" there was a smattering of polite applause "and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports."

There was a much louder round of applause for Bagman than for Crouch, perhaps because of his fame as a Beater, or simply because he looked so much more likable. He acknowledged it with a jovial wave of his hand. Bartemius Crouch did not smile or wave when his name was announced.

"Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly over the last few months on the arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued, "and they will be joining myself, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime on the panel that will judge the champions' efforts."

At the mention of the word "champions" the attentiveness of the listening students seemed to sharpen. Perhaps Dumbledore had noticed their sudden stillness, for he smiled as he said, "The casket, then, if you please, Mr. Filch."

Filch, who had been lurking unnoticed in a far corner of the Hall, now approached Dumbledore carrying a great wooden chest encrusted with jewels. It looked extremely old. A murmur of excited interest rose from the watching students.

"The instructions for the tasks the champions will face this year have already been examined by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman," said Dumbledore as Filch placed the chest carefully on the table before him, "and they have made the necessary arrangements for each challenge. There will be three tasks, spaced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways. Their magical prowess, their daring, their powers of deduction and, of course, their ability to cope with danger."

At this last word, the Hall was filled with a silence so absolute that nobody seemed to be breathing.

"As you know, three champions compete in the tournament," Dumbledore went on calmly, "one from each of the participating schools. They will be marked on how well they perform each of the tournament tasks and the champion with the highest total after task three will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be chosen by an impartial selector: the Goblet of Fire."

Dumbledore now took out his wand and tapped three times upon the top of the casket. Harry's eyes widened at the sight of Dumbledore's strange wand. His lips pulled into a bright smile. 'one step closer' he thought joyfully and thought himself foolish for never noticing Dumbledore's wand before. The lid creaked slowly open. Dumbledore reached inside it and pulled out a large, roughly hewn wooden cup. It would have been entirely unremarkable had it not been full to the brim with dancing blue-white flames.

Dumbledore closed the casket and placed the goblet carefully on top of it, where it would be clearly visible to everyone in the Hall.

"Anybody wishing to submit themselves as champion must write their name and school clearly upon a slip of parchment and drop it into the goblet," said Dumbledore.

"Aspiring champions have twenty-four hours in which to put their names forward. Tomorrow night, Halloween, the goblet will return the names of the three it has judged most worthy to represent their schools. The goblet will be placed in the entrance hall tonight, where it will be freely accessible to all those wishing to compete."

"To ensure that no underage student yields to temptation," said Dumbledore, "I will be drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire once it has been placed in the entrance hall. Nobody under the age of seventeen will be able to cross this line. Yes, I can see how many of you are angry with this decision. That's why there are going to be three more competitions for everybody else who aren't champions. First will be a duelling competition, seven students from each Hogwarts house and guest schools will participate to earn the title of 'Master Duellist'. Second will be a Quidditch competition among the three schools, the four Hogwarts houses will come together to create a single Hogwarts team. Last will be another duelling competition, though in this you will have a partner beside you, three groups of two students from each house and guest schools will be able to participate. No age restrictions there. You can apply by asking your head of house who will see if you are worthy to represent the house. I hope this consoles you."

"Finally, I wish to impress upon any of you wishing to compete in the Triwizard tournament that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. Once a champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament through to the end. The placing of your name in the goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract. There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion. Please be very sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet. Now, I think it is time for bed. Good night to you all."

Harry ignored the fuss Fred and George were making at the Gryffindor table and quickly left the great hall, followed by his friends and sister. Once outside, he turned around and stared at them.

"Room of requirement. Now!" he ordered and kept on walking.

When they were inside the room, he let out a victorious laugh, surprising the girls. He looked at them with a happy grin.

"I found the Elder Wand."

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Fleur was huddled in the corner of her room, her hands on her knees and her face down on her hands. As always she showed her disdain of others and 'enjoyed' the leerings of the stupid males as it was needed but here in her room she was allowed to show her real feelings. She sighed sadly. She was alone in this strange cold country. If it wasn't for the Triwizard competition then she wouldn't have even thought about coming to Britain. She vehemently hated this country, hated its pureblood society who viewed people like her as nothing but magical creatures, sex on legs and nothing more. She was told by her mother how her grandmother was kidnapped during her travels in this country by the Dark Lord's Death Eaters. Fleur had cried for days after realising what her grandmother must have been through before finally dying in the foreign country. Her hate for the country just increased with every passing bad news. She almost wished to burn this whole country down. She took deep breaths to calm her anger. She didn't need to be so flippant about her views of this country in front of its citizens. Who knows what the scum would do to her in their anger. Though a small part of her was excited to fight, to kill these pests. 'Let them come and let them burn.' Though anger wasn't the only thing she was feeling, her perpetual loneliness was eating her alive. She didn't remember when was the last time she even had a pleasant conversation outside of her family.

She was so lonely. Worst of all, her parents and her little sister weren't here to console her, to hug her, to kiss her. She remained sitting in the corner for another ten minutes, comfortable in the dead silence, wallowing in her self pity.

Finally and stubbornly, she stood up. She couldn't survive like this. She had to ignore her loneliness, she had to take her mind off of that. She needed a distraction. Her parents and her little sister would come before the second task, she needed to survive until then. As always whenever Fleur felt sad or lonely, she decided to wield her magic. So, she silently snuck out of the Beauxbatons luxurious carriage. She was on alert as she strolled towards the forbidden forest in the darkness of the night where she believed she wouldn't be disturbed. She found a clearing in the forest after walking some hundred metres inside it.

She stood in the centre where some moonlight fell on her body, emphasizing her silver hair and pale milky skin. She flicked her hand and grabbed the wand as it shot out of the wand holster. She pointed the wand on the ground, ten feet away from her. A blue scorching flame sprayed out of her wand, she twirled on her heels while still casting the fire spell, encompassing herself in the circle of blue fire. Fleur had a serene smile on her face as she felt the heat. She loved the heat, she loved the fire, she wished her body was fireproof but alas it was not. So, she just enjoyed being near the flames instead of standing in the flames.

She surveyed her surroundings, she stared at the trees around her. She gripped her wand and started firing spells at the centre of the trunk of trees. It was a graceful dance of power as she flicked her wand precisely and elegantly while constantly moving in every direction. Different jets of lights struck the trees as the beautiful Veela moved deftly, trapped by high dancing blue flames. Her wand was a conduit of destruction as she let her anger out in the forms of spells.

"Fight...fight...fight…" she continued screaming hoarsely, her blue eyes matching the intensity of the blue flames, increasing her already inhumane speed as she let her instincts and magic control her body. Twenty minutes later, Fleur was on her knees, panting as her white dress was wet with sweat, her silver hair stuck around her forehead messily. Around her was ruin. Several trees were torn mercilessly and burnt into cinders. The blue flames were gone, leaving scorched earth behind. She stood up on unsteady legs and started stumbling towards the Beauxbatons carriage with a content smile.