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The Fire Bird

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Chapter 1 - The Tri-Wizards fourth?

Fleur Delacour stepped off the carriage when they had arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she and her classmates were here from France to attend the Tri-Wizard Tournament, a competition between three magic schools. It wasn't limited to Beauxbatons or Durmstrang; Salem and Twin Towers in America, the Temple of Hecate in Greece, or the Mahoutokoro in Japan are those that have been in the Tri-Wizard Tournament before.

It was late October and Scotland was rather cold, Fleur wasn't as stupid as some may think while her classmates were wearing the standard light blue robes and shivering a little, Fleur wrapped herself in a white cloak to ward off the cold.

She looked around at the Hogwarts students, they were all wearing black robes with only slight showings of color in red, blue, green or yellow. She assumed this was how they would tell who was part of which House, at Beauxbatons they didn't do this they only separated by year, that could simply be because Beauxbatons wasn't as large as Salem or Hogwarts.

She noticed the men all leering at her, this was the thing she hated the most. No matter where she went or what she did, it would always cause men's heads to follow her with glass like eyes. She never asked for this, no matter what she could have done to make herself plain or normal it didn't work, her long blonde hair refused to cut, her skin always stayed the same color and flawless. Her body stayed firm and toned most women would kill for her looks but she hated it every time she looked in a mirror or saw a boy gaze at her.

The reason for all the attention from the boys wasn't simply because she was beautiful it was because she was a quarter Veela. Which are Semi-Human creature's part bird and human, because of their beauty they normally tended to themselves but every now and then they would marry a human, those with magic were the most commonly accepted that was what her Grandmother did.

Veela by nature are a balance of peace and rage, most of the time they looked human however anger a Veela and you will be face to face with what Humans called Harpies. Bird like beaks sprout from their face and wings appear through their back, they have always been fire casters. Fleur had always been stronger with fire spells than any other, but the down side of that is water made her weaker.

The only thing she truly wanted was to not be Veela, to keep the same look but not the allure she had. As a form of protection Veela's normally look very childlike until they started to mature, right around the age of thirteen; then they start to attract.

Again she looked through the students, women glared at her and the men just drooled, soon she saw a raven haired boy who was looking around like she was. He seemed confused at the glares she was getting, part of her started to feel hopeful that maybe someone didn't see her like the rest did but she was also thinking the second he looks at her he'll be just like them. As she walked closer she noticed the boy had emerald like eyes that shone in the falling sun, even though they caught each others eye he didn't flinch or drool, nor did his eyes get hazy. This caused her stop and looked closer at him, she noticed he was rather thin almost sickly so and his glasses had complemented his look, she took a step towards him and he seemed to almost take a step back. She frowned when she felt a hand on her shoulder, it was her head mistress Madam Maxine

"Is there a problem Fleur?" She asked with a raised brow.

Fleur quickly shook her head not wanting to cause a scene, she shot the boy a smile that caused a red headed boy behind him to nearly faint and began to walk into the school.

While her classmates had taken to the Ravenclaw table and began to eat she looked around and saw the boy was eating with the Gryffindors. Looking at the food on her table she noticed that the few French dishes had been eaten already when she looked back at the boy she notice some bouillabaisse hadn't been eaten as much. She got up and walked over to the boy "Excuse me" She said softly "Are you eating the Bouillabaisse?"

The red headed boy from earlier smiled at her with those eyes, she hated those eyes. However the Raven haired boy shook his head "No, Here" He said calmly passing her the plate.

This caused her to stop again "Can I look at you?" She asked setting the plate down.

He looked over at her with a raised brow, like she thought his beautiful green eyes weren't glazed over. This boy was immune to her charms "Are you alright?" He asked looking slightly worried.

She nodded quickly, blushing a little "Yes, yes I am fine merci" She said bowing a little then taking the plate and quickly walking away.

She had found someone to look at her for her and she didn't even know his name. What should she do... Her father! He was immune to the Veela charms as well, one of the many reasons he married her mother.

She quickly got up so she could run out of the hall when everything was over, the head masters speech and told them all to get to bed. The following day they would have selected the champions and the tournament would really start. The door was blocked by the mass of students then she heard someone grunt "Yeah that's Harry Potter move on Karkaroff" turning on the spot she saw who the new DADA, Professor Moody was talking about, it was the Raven Haired boy.

Harry Potter?! He was Harry Potter?! She looked dumbstruck for a moment but recovered herself quickly enough to not cause an incident. She opened her room on the carriage, it wasn't large but it would do. A single queen bed, twin bedside tables, a desk and a wardrobe was all that was provided, anything else was from home. The room was a dark blue with some purple highlights, she never cared for the color blue or purple even, what she did like was green.

She sat at her desk and wrote out her letter which didn't take too long all things considered.

Dear Father,

We have finally made it to Hogwarts, the school is nothing like home it is so rustic yet beautiful. It's hard to put it in words alone the school has a history and has been blessed with many great witches and wizards I feel slightly awe struck to be able to walk the same halls.

However that is not the nature of my letter, I found a boy today. His name is Harry Potter, yes that one, the thing is I think he is Immune to my Veela nature. I need some advice, he's the only one I see here who doesn't give me those eyes. I hate those eyes. I want to be his friend but I don't want to push him away.

Please write me soon.

Love, Fleur.

When she was finished writing she went to her window where her Owl, Athena was perched, she was a brilliant looking barn owl her feathers were all smooth as silk and her color was like creamed coffee. "Take this to Father?" She asked the Owl who bowed and took the letter to her leg with that she flew off.

Fleur changed into her night gown and crawled into her bed, as she slept her dreams were erratic. Some focused on her fears, rejection, betrayal and loss of love were among them. Others she found herself staring at a black form with green eyes, his figure never changed nor faded he was just there looking back at her. Her dreams could have been much worse so she slept a little easier than normal.

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The next night had come faster than she would have liked, she didn't get a letter from her father yet, which didn't surprise her it was a long trip, and she couldn't get Harry to look or talk to her. After lunch Madam Maxine encouraged her to enter herself in the competition, she promised that the students would love her for bringing honor to their school, so she did.

That night on Halloween had been rather enjoyable; they really out did themselves for the holiday. Giant pumpkins, real bats and candies at every table. Though she wouldn't like to admit it, she did have a slight sweet tooth her favorites being candy corn or jelly beans.

"Now that our stomachs are full and our thirst is settled, I think we shall begin the selection. Mr. Flich bring in the goblet" The head master Dumbledore said loudly gaining her attention. As the Goblet was wheeled in the blue fire were really something else, Dumbledore stuck out his hand and the fire burst into a bright purple. A small piece of parchment flew in the sky and the older wizard caught it with ease "The Durmstrang champion is... Victor Krum!" He boomed "Will all champions exit into the side room on the left thank you" Krum stood retrieving the parchment from the old man and left the room.

Again the Goblet exhaled a piece of parchment from the purple burst "Representing Hogwarts will be...Cedric Diggery!" He called loudly and the Hufflepuff man stood proudly shaking hands with his head master and heading to the side room. The final piece of Parchment flew out of the Goblet so fast the old man almost missed it "The Beauxbatons champion will be...Fleur Delacour!"

At the sound of her name she paused for a moment then stood walking to the ancient wizard, taking her parchment and left the room for the quieter side room. "So this is it then?" Cedric asked turning to see her enter the room, his eyes were slightly glazed but he seemed to be handling himself "I'm Cedric" He said extending his hand.

Cedric's hand shake was cut short by the door opening again, A raven haired boy with wide fearful green eyes slowly approached the group "What is it? Do they want us to come back up?" Fleur asked gently walking closer to Harry, he looked like he was about to say something when chaos broke out.

Dumbledore strode quickly across the room and grabbed Harry by the front of his robes "Did you enter your name in the Goblet of Fire! Did you!" He said quickly and with anger, nearly holding the boy off the floor.

Harry shook his head with a scowl on his face "No! I swear Professor I didn't!" He said loudly.

Snape rolled his eyes "Of course he entered, just looking for more attention" The potions master said dryly.

Harry's head almost snapped from the speed he turned to face the man "Attention! How would you 'Professor' Like to fight a Bloody Dark LORD every year!" He hissed with rage filling his green eyes.

"10 points from Gryffindor, Potter for language" McGonagall said sternly, though Fleur could see a faint smile around her lips; her eyes showed almost fear too.

Fleur looked around slightly confused " I apologize but did you say 'Arry would be contenting? 'e is just a little boy! This is Dangerous!" She said hotly

Harry glared at her "Don't mind the Little Boy" That hurt Fleur she didn't mean for it to seem so cold "He doesn't want to be in the tournament anyhow, I quit." He said walking towards the door.

"I am afraid Mr. Potter you have an active contract on you right now, you cannot quit" Barty Crouch finally spoke up.

Dumbledore had pulled the other Heads into a warded area to talk in private, the only other people were Krum who was looking over Harry with a gleam in his eyes like he had found competition, Cedric who was glaring at Harry and probably thought he entered himself. But she knew better, the fear in his eyes was very real, no one would argue that much.

Fleur frowned a little and stepped closer to Harry "Please 'Arry I didn't mean to offend you" She started with hopeful eyes. "This Tournament is Dangerous and for those who 'Ave years of experience over you."

Harry let out a chuckle "Really?..." He started sounding bored, Krum and Cedric leaned in a little to listen to Harry speak "Have you face Voldemort?" He asked with a frown "Killed a Basilisk? No?" His eye were filled with anger "How about fighting off about a Hundred Dementors?"

All of these Fleur shook her head, there was no way anyone could face these things and survive. Yet if he did then he was stronger than she would ever be.

Krum looked confused "Are you telling me, that you have done these things?" He started scratching his chin.

Harry nodded "I have and No I'm not going to say anymore" He turned himself away and walked off to the other side of the room, away from everyone.

Fleur hung her head it seemed like she had just cut all of her ties with the one person who might understand her and it hurt so much more than anything else she had ever done in her life.

Dumbledore and the other heads returned after a few minutes "Mr. Potter, this is an usual situation however. You have to compete in this tournament." Crouch said calmly "Mr. Bagman"

Ludo nodded "Alright Champions gather round, November 22nd will be the day the first task will begin. This will be a challenge of daring and nerve. You will not know what danger you will be facing." He said with a wide smile "Tomorrow we have a wand ceremony to test your wands"

Fleur watched as Krum grunted and Harry shrugged. Madam Maxine without another word guided her away from the group. She turned around to watch Harry get led off with Cedric by Dumbledore, she caught his eye which seemed to soften a little under her gaze then harden as he turn his head and walked off.

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Hello, Hello. So this is an updated chapter as so many people pointed out the names were wrong. SO, I have added some and changed a few things around; I hope you enjoyed this guys~ Sign the Demon.