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Chapter 6: Triwizard Announcements

Almost a month had past since the Malfoy’s showed up at Hogwart’s. In that time Narcissa

had been closer to Draco as a mother, and everyone in the school, even the Gryffindor’s, came to

love Lily. Draco smiled down at his little sister as he knelt by her bed tucking her in. Messing

up the little girls hair a little Draco chuckled.

“Sweet dreams Lils.” Draco said as he stood from his spot on the floor. Draco started walking

towards the door when a soft voice stopped him.

“Draco?” Draco turned towards the voice and smiled.

“Yeah Lils, what is it?” Draco inquired slightly concerned as his sister lowered her eyes.

“Is it bad to be a Malfoy?” The little girl asked making the older boy raise an eyebrow. Walking

back over to her bed Draco knelt back to where he was before.

“Now where did this come from?” Draco asked while lightly stroking the little girls hair. Draco

watched as his sister started twitting her thumbs, a nervous habit she picked up from who knows

where.

“Well I heard people say that Daddy is a bad person and some people told me not to tell others

I’m a Malfoy because they wouldn’t like me.” The little girl explained making Draco sigh.

Sitting on the bed next to her Draco pulled his little sister into a hug.

“Listen to me Lily. Father was a horrible man and has given all of us Malfoy’s a bad name, but I

promise you that by the time you come to Hogwarts our name will be just as clean as the Potter

family.” Draco said gaining a confused look from the little girl.

“But you said that Potter was a bloody git, and that he doesn’t know what being a pureblood is

all about?” Lily said making Draco scoff her lightly on the head.

“Watch your language young Lady. But you’re right I did say all of that about Potter, and you

know what else?” Draco asked getting a shake of the head from the small blond haired girl. Draco

gave he girl a squeeze and chuckled.

“Potter’s been known to prove me wrong. Did you know that he was actually the one who came up

with the plan to get you and Mum out of Dad’s grasp?” Draco asked making the little girl go wide

eyed.

“Really? I thought you did?” The little girl said making Draco chuckle again.

“Nope it was all Potter. All I did was help get supplies and made sure father opened the

parcel.” Draco said.

“Wow!” The little girl shouted in astonishment. Draco smiled and save a small little laugh.

“Would you like to know how he did it?” Draco asked getting a frantic nod from the little girl.

“Good now lay down in bed and I’ll tell you of how you and Mum were saved by the boy-who-lived,

Harry Potter.” Draco said over exaggerating the raven-haired boys title. The little girl scooted

down into her mattress and pulled the covers up to her chin. Seeing the girl ready Draco began.

“Well it all started when…” Draco proceeded to tell Lily about Harry’s ingenious plan, having to

stop and explain what things like Veritaserum or runes were. Just as Draco finished telling her

about how their Father was blurting out every racist thing he could in public he noticed the

time.

“Whoa you better get to sleep Lils it’s going to be a long day tomorrow.” Draco said and then

tucked her in again. Draco turned to leave again only to be stopped by the same soft voice.

“Draco?” The voice asked causing Him to turn and smirk.

“Alright, but this is the last thing until tomorrow right?” Draco asked getting a nod.

“Alright then what do you need Lils?” Draco asked causing Lillian to lower her eyes again.

“You’ll always help me if I’m in trouble right?” Lily asked making Draco smile.

“Lils I’ll keep you safe no matter what, I promise.” Draco said drawing a smile from the little

girl. Draco walked out of the room and closed the Door. Leaning back against the door Draco

clenched his fist.

“I swear to you Lily no one will even think of hurting you, but for that to happen I need to

first clear my family’s name. The only person who could do that would be Potter, and even though

I said all that to Lily I still don’t like him.” Draco said and then reflected on what he

promised Lily and sighed.

“Tomorrow I’ll talk to Potter…it’s the only way I can think of…” Draco said to himself and then

headed to bed.

The next day Harry couldn’t but chuckle as he saw the little blond girl talking to Draco, from

his spot at the end of the Gryffindor table listening to Dumbledor as he spoke.

“The Triwizard tournament is a test of courage, intelligence, ambition, and loyalty.

This competition will pit students from three different schools and three different nations

against each other in a battle of skills and ingenuity. During times like this is when peoples

true colors show. As we watch our three champions face the terrible challenges that are placed

before them please remember that even though you may cheer for your school the winner of the

competition is still a living being, and that is where your loyalties should really lie.”

Dumbledore said and then stepped up to the flaming cup. Everyone watched as the flames went from

a vibrant red to a dull blue and shot a piece of paper out from within its depth’s. Grabbing the

piece of paper Dumbledore read.

“The champion for Beauxbaton’s Academy of magic is, Fleur Delacour!” Dumbledore said and

smiled as the tall blond woman ran up to her head mistress with a smile. As Fleur turned around

to face the audience the goblet reacted again. Grabbing another piece of paper from the air

Dumbledore read.

“The Champion for Drumstrang Magical Institute is, Victor Krum!” Dumbledore yelled

drawing a loud whoop from the Swedish students as the tall muscular man walked up and stood next

to his shorter headmaster. Dumbledore smiled as the Goblet shot out the last piece of paper.

“The champion for Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is, Cedric Diggory!”

Everyone in the hall clapped as the tall brown haired boy walked up and stood next to

Dumbledore. Albus turned towards the three seventh year students.

“Congratulations on getting chosen you three. Now then if you would follow Mr. Bagman we

have a room set up for the weighing of the wands.” Albus said and smiled as the three excited

students filed out of the room following Bagman. As the door closed behind the three students

Albus turned towards the Great Hall, only to see the flames of the goblet turn blue again.

Grabbing the piece of paper out of the air Albus’s eyes went wide.

“Harry Potter!” Albus yelled making everyone turn their wide eyes towards the raven-

haired boy that sat at the end of the Gryffindor table. Harry snapped his book shut and sighed.

“Oh the joys of being me.” Harry said as he walked up towards Albus. Dumbledore quickly

grabbed the boy and drug him out of the room, just as they left the room Albus whorled on Harry.

“Harry how and why would you put your name in that cup? Do you know how dangerous the

TriWizard tournament is?” Albus asked only drawing another sigh from the boy.

“Professor let’s think real quick. In my first year Voldemort, stuck inside of my

defense teacher’s head, attacked me. Second year a thirty-five foot snake, which kills with one

look, attacked me. Third year I was attacked by Dementors, went back in time, saved my convict

of a godfather, and summoned a corporeal Patronus. Now you tell me Professor after all of that

do you really think I want more excitement in my bloody life!” Harry yelled making Dumbledore

cringe backwards slightly.

“Yes well I suppose you’re right Harry my boy. I’m sorry for thinking you would do

that.” Albus said making Harry chuckle.

“Ah no biggy just another day in the life of Harry Potter huh?” Harry said making Albus

chuckle. Harry and Albus stopped in front of the doors to the room where they were holding the

weighing of the wands. The wizened old wizard turned to the raven-haired boy and smiled.

“Harry I would like very much to speak with you as soon as this is over. It is very important

you come and speak with me.” Dumbledore said making Harry smile.

“Sure no problem. If I get out fast I’ll wait for you out here.” Harry said drawing a smile and

nod from the older man. As he entered the room her heard the familiar voice of Mr. Ollivander

say.

“Ah Rosewood nine and a half inches with a Veela hairs for a core…interesting…a very

picky wand indeed…I’m curious as to why it would choose you?” Harry turned the corner to see the

tall blond he had given a copy of his mother’s journal to.

“Well my Grand-mere was a Veela making me a quarter Veela, and she gave me ze hairs for

my wand.” The French woman said causing Harry to snort. At the sound everyone turned towards the

boy.

“Ah Mr. Potter Holly, eleven inches, Phoenix feather if I’m not mistaken.” Ollivander

said making Harry crack open his book and smile.

“Right in one sir.” Harry said making the eccentric old man smile. The Gorgeous French

woman smiled at Harry.

“Oh ‘Aryy are we wanted back in zee Great ‘All?” Fleur asked making Harry chuckle.

Pulling the wand out of his robe Harry handed it to Ollivander with the tip pointing away from

everyone.

“Wrong again there Love. I’m afraid that stupid cup decided that I needed a chance to

play in this little game.” Harry said making the three other contestants go wide-eyed. Fleur

turned towards Bagman outraged.

“What you will let a Leetle boy into zee TriWizard Tornament!” The Veela woman asked

making Bagman sweat and Harry raise an eyebrow.

“Well you see Ms. Delacour. We don’t have much choice considering that there is a

magical contract involved that stops Mr. Potter from simply quitting, and for us from

disqualifying him without viable cause.” Bagman explained making Harry chuckle.

“Woo-freaken-hoo another exciting year at Hogwarts.” Harry said drawing a confused look

from the two foreigners and a light chuckle from Diggory and Ollivander.

“Yes things have seemed rather exciting here these last four years Potter.” Diggory said

drawing a chuckle from Harry.

“Yep.” This response alone drew anger from Fleur.

“Why are you so calm? You could die out zere! WE are older and have more practice, but

you are not ready for zis!” Fleur said drawing a light smile from Harry. Walking up to the girl

Harry laid his hand lightly on her shoulder.

“Look I’m flattered that you’re worried about me, but I can assure you I’ll be fine.

After all You are walking around with one of My parents journals.” Harry said making the French

woman go wide-eyed and touch the journal she had hidden in her uniform.

“Let the little boy fight if he vants it’ll just make this that much easier.” A

masculine voice said from the behind Harry. Cocking his head Harry saw a tall Bulgarian boy with

short brown hair and broad shoulders.

“Victor Krum, Champion for Drumstrang and seeker for the Bulgarian Quidditch Team.”

Harry said making Victor smile.

“You’ve heard of me then?” Victor said making Harry smirk.

“Nothing much, just heard that your flying was sub par and that your spell work is worse

then that.” Harry said making Fleur giggle, Cedric chuckle, and Victor glare hard at his back.

Dumbledore walked up to Victor and patted him on the shoulder.

“Calm down Mr. Krum, Harry’s just like his father was. He’ll do anything to get a laugh

and if it happens to be out of a pretty girl all the better, right my boy?” Dumbledore asked

making Harry chuckle.

“Although you are right professor I do get my charming personality and roguish good

looks from my father. I’d like to think that my intelligence and sharp tongue come from my

mother.” Harry said drawing a light chuckle from the older man.

“Yes just like your mother you are rather quick with your tongue.” Dumbledore said

making Harry smirk.

“Yes well I hear the ladies love it.” Harry said drawing a snort from Cedric and Victor.

Fleur glared at the boy.

“You should not make such rude comments.” Fleur said making Harry chuckle.

“Oh come on. It had to be said.” Harry said making the tall blond turn her back and walk

back over to Ollivander. Victor laid his hand on the boys shoulder.

“You lose this one my little friend?” Victor said drawing a chuckle from the raven-

haired boy.

“Ah Victor that comment right there says that you know nothing about the Potter family.”

Harry said making the taller boy raise an eyebrow.

“Vat do you mean?” Victor asked drawing another chuckle from Harry. Breaking the hold

the man had on his shoulder Harry started walking away. Looking back at Victor Harry smiled.

“I’m a Potter…we don’t lose.” Harry said making the tall Bulgarian chuckle.

“I think that this vill be a very interesting competition no?” Victor asked Cedric only

to get a light chuckle in response.

As all of this was going on Draco Malfoy sat in the Great Hall disgusted at what he saw.

He watched as the same people who not twenty minutes ago worshiped the ground he walked on

turned on Harry in an instant. ‘Is this really what Potter had to go through every year when

something happens to him? How did I not notice?’ Draco thought to himself ignoring the little

voice that said ‘you were usually amongst them.’ Draco couldn’t help but glare hard as he heard

Parkinson start bad mouthing the Potter Heir.

“Hey you leave Harry alone you stupid pig! He isn’t like that!” the young blond that sat

beside Draco yelled drawing him out of his thoughts. Pansy looked at the little girl and stuck

her nose up in the air.

“Draco, control your brat!” Pansy said earning a sneer from the older blond.

“Or what Parkinson?” Draco said making the witch go wide-eyed. Glaring hard at the boy

Pansy threw back.

“If you don’t I just might hex you.” Draco couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“Oh please Parkinson you’re hardly above a squib let alone any where close to fighting

me.” Draco said earning wide-eyes from half the table. Draco watched as Pansy pulled her wand

and pointed it at him. Looking at the point of the wand Draco was tempted to pull his own. ‘No I

have to prove that the Malfoy’s aren’t bad and fighting won’t do that.’ Quickly smirking Malfoy

looked the girl in the eyes.

“Yes Parkinson, that’s right curse me. Prove to everyone here you aren’t bright enough

to win a battle of wits so you have to resort to magic. What don’t have your Death Eater Daddy

here to help you?” Malfoy said drawing a gasp from most of the Slytherins. Pansy sneered at the

boy.

“Incase you forgot Draco your father was a Death Eater too.” Pansy said making Draco

chuckle.

“Yep and look where following a lunatic on an ego trip got him? Your not looking at that

fool my father was Parkinson. You’re looking at Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy Fortune, and

I’m giving you this warning now Parkinson, Don’t fuck with me or my family.” Draco said drawing

a clap from behind him. Looking back at the person clapping Malfoy was surprised to see

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape both clapping.

“Parkinson Twenty points from Slytherin for pulling a wand on a fellow student! Malfoy

five points from Slytherin for your language.” Snape said drawing widened eyes from the

Slytherin table. Malfoy shrugged as he saw the two teachers walking away.

“Oh and Mr. Malfoy.” A wizened female voice said. Turning towards the voice Draco saw

Professor Minerva McGonagall smiling at him.

“Fifty points to Slytherin for protecting your sister and showing that houses don’t mean

anything. A courageous Slytherin…what do you know.” The older woman said drawing a chuckle from

the blond haired boy.

“Thank you Ma’am.” Draco said to the retreating woman. Turning back towards the front

Draco saw Pansy standing there, mouth agape, and eyes wide. Raising his eyebrow Draco asked.

“Are you still here?” Those words made Pansy scramble towards her seat and caused both

Draco and Lily to laugh.

Back in the room holding the contestants the Weighing of the wands was coming to a close

and now each contestant was being drawn away for a private interview. We find Harry sitting

inside a small closet with a short woman that had platinum blond hair, librarian glasses, and

way to much makeup on.

“So Harry Dear how does it feel to be a Triwizard Champion.” The high-pitched voice of

the woman asked. Harry sighed and leaned against the wall.

“Do you want my honest opinion on how I feel about this?” Harry asked gaining an excited

nod. Harry smirked and shrugged.

“You asked for it. Well I’m going to put it this way. It sucks I’m stuck in acompetition

that I didn’t want to be in, in the first place. I’m up against people that have three years

more experience then me. I can’t quit and they can’t throw me out. After coming in here I was

told I was a little boy. Now I’m stuck in a broom closet with an old lady that wears way too

much make up, and writes a rag article for the bloody Prophet. Now you tell me Skeeter. How do I

feel?” Harry said and then kicked the door to the closet open. Taking a few steps out the door

Harry stopped. Cocking his head back Harry looked at the old woman.

“Oh and Rita dear.” Harry said making the old woman look at him.

“Yes Harry?” The woman said excitedly hoping for another outburst. She grew wide-eyed

however when Harry pointed his wand over his shoulder.

“Flamma.” Harry said sending a small ball of fire at the quick notes quill and note pad.

Rita stared in horror as everything that she had written burned before her eyes.

“Harry! How dare you do that! The people have a right to know how their Hero feels!”

Rita yelled drawing attention from all the other Reporters and contestants. Harry smiled at the

woman.

“Rita dear I have no idea what you mean?” Harry said making Rita glare hard at him.

“Don’t lie to them Mr. Potter you just used the Flamma charm to burn my quill and

notebook!” Rita yelled making all the reporters turn towards the argument. Harry smiled at the

woman.

“Rita dear don’t be ridiculous the Flamma charm is a seventh year charm. Isn’t that

right Ms. Delacour? After all I seem to recall you getting it right on the first try.” Harry

said earning a smile from the French Veela.

“’E eez correct I am afraid zee Flamma Charm eez a rezer complicated sevenz year Charm.”

Fleur said making all the reporters go wide-eyed. The French reporter that was interviewing her

turned back.

“Eez what Monsieur Potter Says true Mademoiselle Delacour? Did you really get zee

Flamma Charm on zee first try?” The reporter asked making the French Veela blush.

“Oui, but…” Fleur never got to finish however as all the reporters started mobbing her

with questions. Harry smiled as he saw this. Turning back to the older woman Harry smirked.

“Do you see Rita? I can be a powerful friend or a big pain in the arse. If I find out

anything was written about me in the daily prophet when it should have been about those three

I’ll make sure you live on the third floor of the Night bus, giving Blow jobs to the driver for

rides. Do I make myself clear?” Harry asked getting a slightly nervous nod from the elderly

witch. Harry smirked and started towards the door.

“Good.” Was all Harry said as he walked away from the woman. Fleur saw Harry walk out

the door from within the crowd of reporters.

“Mes excuses but I wish to speak wiz Monsieur about somezing before ‘e meets wiz ‘eez

amis.” Fleur said smiling as she walked passed the reporters. Walking out the door Fleur was

surprised to see Harry leaning against the wall ten feet away from the door.

“Oh ‘Arry you are still ‘ere. I wish to speak wiz you about your Mozers Journal.” Fleur

said in a slightly hushed tone. Harry smiled at the girl.

“Eh why not I’ve got about five minutes before professor Dumbledore gets out here

anyway.” Harry said pushing himself away from the wall. Walking up to the woman Harry raised an

eyebrow.

“Okay now Ms. Delacour what is it you want to speak with me about.” Harry asked only to

go slightly red as the blond haired Veela unbuttoned the blue blazer that made up the top part

of the Beauxbaton’s uniforms. Harry calmed his blush however when he saw her pull out a familiar

leather bound book. Harry smiled as he saw the Girl hold the book to her chest.

“Well first I would like to say zank you for zis.” Fleur said making Harry wave it off.

“It was nothing.” Harry said making the woman smile. As that smile crossed the Blonder

haired French woman’s lips Harry finally felt it. That silent allure that would have any other

man drooling, that allure at seemed to turn her from a beautiful French woman into an Ethereal

Goddess. Harry shook himself out of those thoughts. ‘What the hell? I should be immune…

interesting…’ Harry thought to himself. Harry shook himself out of his thoughts however when

Fleur started speaking again.

“Alzough I am very ‘appy to ‘ave eet, I was wondering why was eet zat you gave your

Mozer’s journal to someone you ‘ave never met before?” Fleur asked hugging the journal tighter

to her chest slightly nervous that he might decide to take it back. Harry chuckled at the woman

and turned away from her.

“Tell me Ms. Delacour. What is magic to you?” Harry asked making the woman raise an

eyebrow in confusion.

“I do not understand what you mean?” Fleur said making Harry give a small smile to the

empty hallway before him.

“I mean what is magic to you? Is it simply something to make life easier? Is it to be

used in pursuit of a Career? That is what I’m asking, what is Magic to you?” Harry asked again

gaining a pensive look from the blond haired goddess.

“I…I ‘ave never zought about eet before…I zink zat magic eez life. I mean I am a quarter

Veela and my life eez all about magic.” Fleur said drawing a chuckle from the Matrix Master that

stood in front of her.

“That’s good keep that in mind when reading that journal.” Harry said drawing a confused

look from the Veela behind him.

“You still did not answer my question.” Fleur said making Harry chuckle.

“So I didn’t. Ms. Delacour my mother was a Muggle-born witch. Both her and I grew up

being told that magic and fairytales were fake and that only fools believe in things like that.

Then we were brought to Hogwarts and all that we knew was turned up side down. As you said to

you, a Veela, magic is life, but to us it’s so much more. It was a way to prove the impossible.


On the first day of school however we were told of the ‘rules’ of magic. In transfiguration you

can’t take something of smaller mass and transfigure it into an object of considerable mass. In

defense it is impossible to stop the killing curse. In potions the use of outside magic on a

potion will always end up in a fatal potion. In charms it’s impossible to do spells without the

movements of a wand. As we heard this we couldn’t help but be angered. How dare they tell us,

those that have nothing else in their world, that it is impossible to do something with magic.”

Harry said while clenching his hands tightly in anger. Fleur grew concerned and slightly

confused.

“But ‘Arry eet eez impossible to do zose zings zough.” Fleur said making Harry chuckle.

Fleur grew worried as the green-eyed boy’s chuckle grew into full-blown laughter. Turning

towards the blond Harry had a manic grin on his face.

“Impossible? You honestly believe that those things are impossible?” Harry asked gaining

a confident nod from the girl. Harry chuckled and pointed to his forehead, or more importantly

the dark red scar the adorned it.

“Love I do believe I just did the impossible then seeing as I seemed to have stopped it

now didn’t I?” Harry said making Fleur flick her head to the side in annoyance.

“Eet was merely a fluke wiz you ‘Arry. Zee ozers are still impossible.” Fleur said

making Harry chuckle. Reaching into the back that rested at his hip Harry pulled out another

leather bound book. Holding it out to the French woman Harry smirked.

“Lily Potters Work Journal Number Five, the last one she ever made. If you would be so

kind as to turn to the seventh to last page and read the top of it please.” Harry said gaining a

suspicious look from the Veela. Taking the journal from the boy Fleur flipped to the seventh to

last page.

“What…what eez zis? Eez Zis a Joke? Eet ‘as to be, Lily Potter wouldn’t waste ‘er time

on zis!” Fleur said making Harry chuckle.

“That’s right the thing my Mother was working on when she died was making the impossible

possible. If she had lived another six months maybe a year she would have proven that you can do

spells without all of the silly wand waving as Professor Snape puts it. This Ms. Delacour…this

right here is why I gave you my mothers journal.” Harry said making the woman’s jaw drop.

“You wish for me to finish your Mozers work? Don’t you zink she would want you to do

eet?” Fleur asked making Harry chuckle.

“Of course she would, and I’m good a charms. Better then most in my year, but I’m in now

way delusional. It would take me decades to catch up to where my mother was at twenty-one. I’ve

seen you however you hold that same knack and love for charms that my mother held. I know that

even if it wasn’t in her name my mother would want her work finished an published.” Harry said

drawing tears into the woman’s eyes. Harry’s eyes widened in surprise when he felt himself being

pulled into a soft chest and his sight was invaded by bright blue cloth. Fleur held the wizard

tightly to her chest.

“Zank you ‘Arry. Zank you for zis chance.” Fleur said hugging Harry tighter to her

bosom. This comment alone made Harry concerned but he decided to leave it for now. Pushing

himself away Harry smiled.

“Don’t mention it Ms. Delacour after all I am kinda using you to finish my mothers

work.” Harry said making Fleur giggle.

“I’m very happy to be used in such a way zen ‘Arry.” Fleur said making Harry chuckle. A

wizened voice interrupted the pair however.

“I do not wish to impose, however I’m afraid that I have something very important to

talk about with Mr. Potter.” Turning towards the voice Harry sighed seeing it was Albus. Turning

back towards Fleur Harry smiled.

“Well Ms. Delacour it was a pleasure speaking with you and should you finish my mothers

first journal come tell me and I’ll give you a copy of the next one.” Harry said drawing a

blinding smile from the Veela.

“Merci ‘Arry.” The woman said as Harry turned towards the Professor and started

following the man down the hallway. Just as the couple passed listening distance Harry spoke.

“Professor?” Harry asked causing Albus to smile at the boy.

“Yes Harry my boy what is it?” Albus asked instantly regretting it due to the look that

found it’s way onto Harry’s face.

“I respect you Professor both as a person and as a wizard so I’m going to give you the

same warning my father gave…if you ever drag me away from a beautiful woman again you’ll be

walking around in a cowboy suit with purple hair.” Harry said drawing a light chuckle from the

elderly wizard. Albus looked at the Gryffindor out of the corner of his eye and smiled. ‘You

certainly have some into your own Harry my boy. You certainly have.’