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By general consensus, it was the most successful potions lesson any of them remembered. When the bell rang, the students left the class talking animatedly and greeting Severus as they went -Harry didn't fail to notice some dreamy expressions of the like he had seen on Alicia. Points had been awarded justly and laughter had ringed along the class that had managed to produce better potions than ever.
"This was amazing!" Hermione gushed as they walked back to the Great Hall. "Did you hear how he described the many uses of aconite? I hadn't realised it can be used at so many potions!"
"You know," Adrian stated tentatively, "today's lesson was quite difficult but almost…"
"Fun!" Ron intoned scandalised. Harry had just laughed and winked at them as he walked towards his Ancient Studies classroom. He hadn't enjoyed himself so much during the term since, well, ever!
September passed in a jovial atmosphere; there was an ongoing competition on whose class was more popular, Severus's or Moody's with the potions master taking the lead when Moody's lessons steered a bit on the creepy side. 'Constant vigilance' was the new professor's motto and he seemed to be intent on instilling it on every single student. Even if that meant casting the Unforgivable curses in front of or -in the case of the Imperio curse- on them. Harry had led Neville to the kitchens that day for a well earned cup of after midnight hot chocolate.
As the first two months of term reached their end, the buzz regarding the Triwizard Tournament returned full force. The only person that had been mysteriously uninterested was none other than Draco Malfoy; Harry and Neville didn't have the time they wanted to investigate further as soon came the time when the delegations from Bauxbatons and Durmstrang were to arrive and the speculations were wilder than ever. The schools in question didn't fail to make an impression as they arrived at the thirtieth of October.
The Beauxbatons' students arrived in a huge carriage, pulled by giant flying horses the likes of which Harry had never seen in his life. The Headmistress of the school was a woman taller than Hagrid by the name of Madam Maxim; the Headmistress greeted Dumbledore warmly as her students, as far as Harry could see walked behind her, they shawls wrapped tightly around their shoulders. Maybe Beauxbatons was located somewhere on the Mediterranean coast? Harry thought as Neville pointed at the horses excitedly.
It wasn't long before the delegation of Durmstrang made its appearance too; on a ship and out the lake. Harry clapped slowly, an amused smirk on his face.
"You can't say wither school didn't make an entrance." He muttered at Neville making him laugh. The students of Durmstrang were wrapped in thick fur coats instead while their Headmaster, Igor Karkaroff, led them towards the castle. The man had a hungry look about him as he approached Dumbledore and Harry immediately recalled his father's warning; Karkaroff had been a Death Eater back in the say and decisively not of the double agent category. The shock for the whole of Hogwarts however didn't come from the grand entrance of the Durmstrang delegation; it rather came from one single student that Karkaroff had pushed forward with the pretence of a cold. That student was none other than Victor Krum.
"Wonders never cease!" Neville exclaimed as the students moved back into the castle; the Durmstrang students sat at the Slytherin table while Beauxbatons' preferred the ravens. And it wasn't until after the food was served and Harry found himself immersed in the financial report for October Nagnok had managed to send in early that Harry appreciated Neville's exclamation. He was going over a list of new shops in Asia Nagnok had approved to sell Firebolts while a new wave of whispers made its way through the Gryffindor table.
"Great Merlin!" Neville muttered, looking towards the general direction Seamus next to him was openly pointing at with his finger. Harry looked over the report in confusion and almost spit his pumpkin juice. Of course! How hadn't he connected the dots before? Beauxbatons was a French school. And he knew she would turn seventeen on September. How had he not seen this coming? She was walking along the table as if searching from something, causing the boys she passed by to stop and stare at her as she walked. Adrian chocked on his pudding as she walked towards them while Harry smirked and hid himself behind the parchments in his hand.
"Excuse me, are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?" Her voice sounded next to Dean Thomas who blushed and just stared on. A long sheet of silvery-blonde hair fell almost to her waist. She had large, deep blue eyes, and very white, even teeth. Ron went purple. He stared up at her, opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out except a faint gurgling noise.
"Elle est à vous, si vous le voulez." Harry stated, putting the financial report down for good on the table. Fleur and the Gryffindors around him stopped whatever they were doing to watch the exchange. Understanding showed in Neville's eyes and then a wide smile appeared on his lips as he turned to look at the blonde girl. Fleur herself gasped as her eyes widened and then squealed audibly before throwing herself into Harry's arms; Harry, even if he had not expected her reaction, more than welcomed it.
"'Arry!" She exclaimed, somehow sitting next to him without letting her arms slip from around him. He laughed as he hugged her back.
"Nice to see you again, Fleur." The complete silence from around was broken by an indignant Adrian.
"You know each other?" That seemed to be the question on everybody's minds.
"What do you think, Adrian?" Harry asked amused as Fleur added, voice, playful, looking at Harry under long lashes;
"Some nights are unforgettable, non?" Her accent was the same as ever and her smile just as bright as Harry recalled.
"I'd rather forget my own name first." Harry assured her, a smirk now permanent on his face, making her giggle melodically.
"What?" Ron asked from next to him, his face a deep purple. Neville laughed while the Weasley twins shared a look before chorusing a;
"Bloody hell!" The green eyed wizard could see Ginny quietly mocking her brothers' reactions a few seats down.
"You know what, Fleur?" Harry asked smiling at the girl next to him. "This is turning out to be a very interesting year." If her answering smile was in anyway indicative, she agreed.
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