A Veela's Warning

"First it's a basilisk, and when that's gone, dementors. And when those demons are gone, we get dragons! I don't even want to know what's next!" muttered Madam Pomfrey angrily, quiet enough that only Harry could hear her.

Harry forced himself not to laugh. Instead, he turned back to the other champions. The two males were both looking away from Fleur, trying not to get pulled in by her passive allure. Harry, thankfully, did not have to worry about that - he would prefer not to make a fool out of himself at the moment. He could practically hear Salazar's yells of disappointment in his ear.

"Do you all know how much you got?" asked Harry.

"Thirty-seven." groaned Cedric from his bed.

"Forty-one." said Krum.

"Forty-six." said Fleur cooly.

"And what did you do?" asked Harry curiously.

"I tried distracting it with a dog, Krum just blinded his dragon, and Delacour used some spell or something to put it to sleep. I got burned by the bloody thing. Krum got flung across the arena or something. Fleur didn't get hurt. What about you?"

"I created chains to bound the dragon." answered Harry, "I got my scratch because I accidentally cut myself on one of the rocks on the way to the exit."

"How did you restrain a dragon with chains?" asked Fleur suspiciously.

"Magic." said Harry, trying his hardest not to sway from exhaustion.

Before Fleur could respond, Madam Pomfrey had finished mending his cut and looking him over.

"You are free to go check you scoring, Mr. Potter." she informed him, "It will begin in a few moments."

Harry nodded before making his way out of the tent and towards the path. When he reached the point where the path met the arena, he stopped. The arena was now bare; the dragon handlers must have removed the Hungarian Horntail. He hoped she wasn't too upset.

"The judges have reached their decisions!" roared Bagman from somewhere just above the judges' seats.

Harry looked back at the judges. Mr. Crouch put his wand in the air, a ribbon shooting from it's tip in the form of a number.

Ten.

Excellent. While Harry had initially been focussing on surviving, Salazar had convinced him to actually try. Harry would give this tournament his all, proving that he was much more than just a fairy tale for children to hear before bed.

To be fair, I did cut myself. But that was after I had dealt with the dragon.

Bagman shoved his wand happily into the air.

Another ten.

Moments later, Dumbledore copied their actions. He smiled happily, his eyes twinkling.

Ten. He must have really liked my spell.

Personally, Harry thought it was a bit more than he deserved - not that he would be complaining, of course.

Madame Maxime was next.

Nine.

Harry couldn't exactly complain; he had cut himself on his way out, regardless of how small the injury was.

The only remaining judge was Karkaroff. He paused for a moment, before he too put his wand in the air.

Seven.

Harry rolled his eyes. It was blatantly obvious that Karkaroff was being biased but he didn't really care at the moment. He was safe, he had shown the world that he was more than just a fairy tale, and he had done so in a way that wouldn't make him any more powerful enemies. In his eyes, Karkaroff's biased actions made up for the slightly unfair judging of the others.

Harry made his way back to the champions' tent as Bagman gave a finishing speech to the audience and the Recording Glass. When he had re-entered, he found all three of the other champions waiting for him.

"Forty-six." said Harry, his voice cold. Fleur's eyes narrowed as they had done just before he left the tent earlier.

"Merlin's beard." moaned Cedric, "I don't know whether to be impressed or ashamed."

"Choose either one, I don't particularly care." said Harry cooly, looking out through one of the tent flaps.

"You are all free to go, the first task is officially over." Madam Pomfrey, "Mr. Diggory and Mr. Krum, I would prefer if you two were to remain behind. It isn't smart to take any risks, especially when it comes to magical injuries."

Harry and Fleur exited the tent, leaving the two other champions to suffer Madam Pomfrey's ministrations.

"So, how did you bound the dragon?" Fleur asked as the two of them slowly walked away from the tent.

"That would be telling, wouldn't it?" Harry replied back in a charming voice, causing him to freeze for a quick moment.

It wasn't because he was being charming, or anything similar. Whenever he talked these days, he always spoke in either a charming or cold voice. He only ever spoke happily to Salazar and Hedwig. He had also spoken that way to Tonks and Hestia when they had been stationed at the school.

And Fleur, I suppose. Though to be fair, it isn't like I've exactly talked to anyone else.

"You do know that I can simply watch a memory of the task using a pensieve, right?" asked Fleur.

"Which is why I used a nonverbal spell." said Harry, causing Fleur to huff in annoyance, "And besides, it was just a single spell, what's so important about it?"

"Because unlike the rest of the wizarding world, Potter, I am not a complete idiot. If you know one powerful spell, there is a good chance you know more."

"Just call me Harry." he replied absent-mindedly, ignoring the rest of the question. Fleur narrowed her eyes at that, but eventually nodded.

"Then I suppose you can call me Fleur." she said.

The two of them walked in silence for a few minutes, neither of them realizing that they were making their way over to the Beauxbatons carriage.

"You know, I will eventually find out however you did that." Fleur told him, her cold voice laced with pride.

"Still in shock that the little boy tied you for first?" said Harry, his voice now cold.

"I'm sorry about that." muttered Fleur quietly.

She truly was. She had initially been so put off that the boy had not wanted to enter the competition, that she had quickly decided he was a little boy who would be useless in the tournament. It was quite evident now that this was not the case.

"It's okay, I guess." said Harry, "If I were in your position, I probably would have been thinking similarly."

Fleur smiled slightly at that.

The two of them stopped as they reached the Beauxbatons Carriage.

"It was nice talking to you." said Harry, "I'll see you around, I suppose."

Fleur paused for a moment, before nodding. Truthfully, she doubted he would. Harry Potter was well known through Hogwarts for being capable of seemingly vanishing at will. Regardless, she nodded her head respectfully, even allowing for the ghost of a smile to take its place upon her face.

Her smile weakened, however, when she saw the forms of several people making their way towards the Beauxbatons Carriage. It was the redhead boy and the bushy haired brunette, Harry's two friends that had abandoned him. They were both quickly running towards Harry, currently several dozen metres away. Behind them were a few other students, all of whom were dressed in Gryffindor clothing.

Fleur hoped that Harry would not forgive them. She may not know him well, but she could very easily tell that he did not make a good choice in friends. They had betrayed him and his trust; something like that should be a crime if it was done towards someone you loved. Harry turned around, trying to find what had grabbed Fleur's attention.

"I should probably go inside, for the sake of the redhead." said Fleur cooly.

The boy had been one of the many boys at Hogwarts that had not stopped drooling the moment he had laid eyes on her. For most Veela, that only ever occurred when they were actively using their allure.

Unfortunately for Fleur, she was not like most; her passive allure was enough to produce such results. She had never tried using her allure to its fullest extent, not interested in causing any trouble for herself. Fleur had to spend quite a bit of time learning to control her passive allure. It took quite a bit of effort and energy, but she could do it.

Fleur quickly turned back to Harry, who was still watching the Gryffindors make their way through the grounds.

"I do not think it wise to forgive them." Fleur muttered coldly, causing Harry's eyes to widen in surprise, "They have betrayed you, what is to say it will not happen again?"

Fleur wasn't entirely sure he would listen to her. She was, after all, one of his opponents, and she had been fairly rude to him. These had been his best friends for many years, at least as far as Fleur knew. But it did not change her way of thinking; if you loved someone, nothing should separate you. It was clear that this did not apply to the Gryffindors running towards the youngest champion.

After sending him another quick nod, Fleur made her way into the Beauxbatons Carriage. She went back to her room, before falling onto her bed and letting out a sigh. She had gotten through the first task, and even tied for first. Wizarding Communities from all over the world now knew her name, and had seen what she was capable of.

Still, Fleur was not feeling overly peaceful, as something new had taken up the forefront of her mind.

She hoped, for his sake, that Harry Potter would listen to her advice.

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