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""Fleur!!"" the beautiful French Veela's parents exclaimed as they saw their daughter suddenly reappear, apparently safe and sound.
And without hesitation, they ignored everything and everyone around them, quickly running towards her with concern, abandoning any noble and composed demeanor they had.
The young witch looked like she was in shock, staring blankly ahead. Her eyes were wide open, her hands were shaking, and her parted lips didn't make a sound for a few seconds.
"Fleur, ma chérie, are you okay?!" Apolline knelt beside her daughter, gently cradling her face, while checked her for injuries.
The blonde girl didn't respond immediately. Her eyes remained fixed on the air in front of her, not noticing her worried parents or the other people who were quickly approaching her.
Fleur seemed completely oblivious to what was happening around her, as if her mind was still there in that dark graveyard.
The scary and macabre appearance of the graveyard, the feeling of helplessness and weakness before that suppressive ward, the sacrifice of her friend and the boy she was in love with, and the portkey journey that was more turbulent and longer than it should have been.
All of this together made her feel confusion, anguish, nervousness and many other emotions that caused an agonizing turmoil in her heart.
"Miss Delacour, where were you? What happened? Where are Harry Potter and Mr. Night?" and without waiting for the girl to recover from her shock, Fudge began to question her rudely, much to the irritation of her family.
However, his questions snapped her out of her dazed state, and realizing that she was surrounded by all these people, her gaze immediately focused on those she knew could help in this situation.
And these people were her headmistress, whom she trusted; Headmaster Dumbledore, known as the most powerful wizard alive; and Nick and Penny, renowned as the oldest and wisest wizard and witch living.
"Ethan... Ethan and Harry..." she began to say frantically, trying to find the right words to convey the information she had.
"Maze... Portkey... Graveyard..."
But Fleur was so panicked and worried that what she was saying sounded more like a random, incoherent string of words than a real sentence.
"Excuse me, I need to see if she's okay!" and it was at that moment that Madam Pomfrey imposed her presence, seeing that there was someone – alive this time – who needed her care.
Pushing everyone in front of her, the hospital wing matron immediately crouched down in front of the French student.
And without waiting for anyone to say anything, she pulled out her wand and began casting several inspection and healing spells on Fleur.
And Fleur, seeing that they were more concerned with checking her health than doing something to save the two champion boys, began to feel frustrated, her worry and panic increasing.
"They're in danger! They need help! They..." she insisted, her voice rising in urgency.
Seeing that the poor girl was very emotional and shaken, Madam Pomfrey placed her hand on her arm reassuringly, "Miss Delacour, first calm down. Take a deep breath and exhale slowly," the nurse said in a calm tone of voice.
However, her attempt to calm Fleur didn't work, and in fact it seemed to make the blonde girl even more anxious and frantic.
"No! You don't understand! They're in danger! Someone has to get them out of there fast!" she said, almost shouting as she pulled Madam Pomfrey's hand away from her.
She then proceeded to ignore the witch healer, focusing her gaze on Headmaster Dumbledore.
"You have to do something! Ethan and Harry are in danger! There was someone else there, and that person is definitely going to do something bad to them!" she begged, not realizing that tears of worry and fear had started to stream down her cheeks.
"Miss Delacour, we will do something to help them, but before that we need information."
"And only you have this information, so calm down, take a deep breath, and calmly tell us exactly what happened so that we can act to save them," the Headmaster said, with no change in his calm expression other than an anxious glint in his eyes.
Realizing that they were still insisting on trying to calm her down, the young witch of Beauxbatons began to get irritated. And just as she was about to yell at the Headmaster, she felt her mother's hand land on her arm.
Looking at her mother she saw the older Veela looking at her with concern, but also with an understanding look.
"Fleur, please" she said to her daughter.
Sensing her mother's concern, Fleur paused, and seeing her look that practically begged her to calm down, the younger Veela no longer tried to resist or argue.
She then nodded slowly at her mother, before trying to calm herself down, realizing that her emotions really were a mess.
After a few seconds of breathing in and out slowly Fleur felt less agitated, and even though her emotions of worry were still bubbling in her chest she felt that she was finally ready to tell them what had happened.
And seeing this, Headmaster Dumbledore nodded, before beginning the questioning.
"Miss Delacour, after you, Harry, and Ethan touched the cup and were teleported, did you end up in a graveyard?" he asked, having heard her say this earlier.
"Yes, we ended up in an old graveyard after being teleported," the Veela confirmed.
And she still felt chills thinking about the sensations that dark place caused her.
"Hmm, and what happened after you arrived at this graveyard?" the Headmaster continued to ask.
In response, Fleur began telling everyone what happened to her and the boys from the moment they touched the cup, leaving no information behind.
She spoke of the dark and macabre graveyard, of the glowing runes and the magic-suppressing ward that left them defenseless in this moment of unknown danger.
And she didn't forget to talk about the fact that they weren't alone in that place, with someone who was obviously not a friend approaching them.
Fleur spoke about the situation they had found themselves in with almost precise detail, vividly remembering the harrowing events that would not leave her mind.
And everyone on the Quidditch pitch was in tense silence, listening attentively to everything that came out of the blonde Veela's mouth, absorbing this information with concern and distress.
"And then Ethan and Harry threw the cup at me, activating the portkey on it again and bringing me here, leaving them behind, alone and in danger," Fleur finished saying, a little breathless as she had been talking non-stop for some time.
And after finishing telling them everything that happened and everything she knew about the situation, she turned back to look at the wizards and witches in front of her with anxiety, waiting for them to do something now that they had this important information.
"Hmm" after hearing all this Headmaster Dumbledore began to rub his beard with a thoughtful look.
And while Headmaster Dumbledore was thinking, Professor McGonagall, who had noticed an inconsistency in the information given by Fleur, approached the Veela.
"Miss Delacour, how long exactly were you there in that graveyard?" the old cat witch asked.
"Uh, I'm not sure… maybe 2 minutes?" the Veela said.
And her answer made Professor McGonagall frown, "That doesn't make sense," she muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear.
She then turned to the others in the large group, "She says she was in the graveyard for 2 minutes, but that doesn't make sense chronologically since they disappeared from the center of the maze over 15 minutes ago!"
And those who, like Professor McGonagall, were also counting the time that had passed since the three champions disappeared, also had confused and strange looks on their faces.
'15 minutes!' and hearing what the head of Gryffindor said Fleur blinked, confused and shocked.
And before she could ask or say anything, Nick stepped forward, "Fleur, after you picked up the cup and the portkey activated, did you feel anything strange or different while you were being teleported here?" he asked.
"Uh... Well, I felt a little dizzy and tired, and the teleportation was a little more bumpy and uncomfortable than usual," she began to reply.
"Oh, and I also had the feeling that it took longer for me to be teleported back here than it did when I was sent to the graveyard" and now Fleur was frowning, also starting to notice an anomaly about this portkey travel.
'Something is very wrong' she thought.
End.
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