Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction based on the Harry Potter universe. All recognizable characters, plots, and settings are the exclusive property of J.K. Rowling, and her various corporate partners. I make no claim to ownership nor do I make any profit.


Acknowledgment: A very big thank you to my beta HRY for his incredible work on this story.


A Beautiful Morning

By Luq707


The Gryffindor boys' dormitory was the home of many strange and unusual occurrences. In his third year, Ronald Weasley was awoken by Sirius Black who was holding a knife, and when he was a student, Albus Dumbledore set fire to his curtains in an experiment gone wrong. Why he was performing such an experiment was anyone's guess, but Albus had gotten up to many strange things during his Hogwarts career, so it was brushed off and Albus was given a stern warning—not that he heeded it, of course.

It was also home to many… illicit activities. This was an obvious result of housing several teenage boys for the majority of the calendar year. In fact, James Potter and Sirius Black had invited several girls to the dorm when they were fifth years, which had caused such a great scandal that McGonagall fainted, and there weren't many things in the world that could faze the Transfiguration Professor. It was also rumored that Elphias Doge ran an underground narcotics operation based in the dormitory during his schooling days.

So really, it should have come as no surprise that the boys were often involved in activities that could be viewed upon as… shameful. So on the second Saturday of December 1994, it wasn't surprising that if one listened closely to the center bed in the fourth-year boys' dormitory, they would hear the groans of Harry Potter.

Harry grunted in exertion as he gazed at the picture before him. Giving one last push, he shouted as he finally pushed a heavy chest of galleons into his trunk.

He was trying to model the ideal organization system for a Hogwarts student's trunk. Over the past five months or so, his trunk had gotten terribly messy, and with the urging of Hermione, who provided him an image of the ideal organization method, he finally decided to reorganize it.

And what was so shameful about carrying a large sum of galleons to Hogwarts? Well, it was frowned upon in the wizarding world for a young wizard like Harry Potter to carry so much money on him at one time. If any of the purebloods found out about it, he would never hear the end of it. After all, why would one need to carry such a large sum when they could simply mail the goblins requesting for a vault withdrawal? Though naturally, Harry wasn't aware of this.

Work finished, he wiped the sweat from his brow. His curtains opened, and someone peeked inside.

"Blimey, Harry. Are you alright?" It was Seamus, who was roused from his slumber of naughty dreams by Harry's efforts.

Catching his breath, Harry said, "Yeah. Sorry for waking you. I was reorganizing my trunk." He gestured at the trunk in front of him.

Seamus looked at the scene in bewilderment, shrugged, and turned back to his bed. Presumably to return to sleep.

Harry breathed in and out once more, before opening his curtains and rising from his bed. Today was a big day for him. He planned to ask Fleur Delacour to the Yule Ball.

His fascination with the enigmatic Frenchwoman wasn't born from lust, passion, or desire. Truth be told, he had developed a friendly relationship with her following the first task of the accused tournament he was forced to compete in.

And since the first task, all four contestants of the Tournament shared a luncheon together on Saturday afternoons. They developed a bond and kinship, and when Fleur wasn't around, Victor and Cedric teased Harry mercilessly about his crush on her.

He developed a crush on her while in the medical tent after the first task. After all, it was she who stopped the press from hounding him whilst his wounds were being attended to, and though she was the only person who truly demonstrated concern about his placement in the Tournament from the very beginning—even if it involved him being called "leetle boy."

Walking from the dormitory, he could already imagine how the ball would be. Her sweet voice would converse with his rough tone. They would share a dance—no, not just a dance, multiple dances. Her fragrant scent would fill his nostrils, and all his troubles would wash away, as if they were nothing more than dewdrops in the rain.

A dreamy look filled his eyes as he descended down the stairs. It was at that point that Crookshanks the cat had decided to scurry up the stairs.

Crookshanks ran up the stairs. One step. Two steps. Three steps. As Harry descended down to the fourth step from the bottom, not looking where he was going, and instead lost in his dreams, his foot stepped on Crookshanks.

Crookshanks yowled; he was so loud that he woke most of Gryffindor House.

Harry leaped in shock, as Crookshanks ran out from under him whilst scratching him.

And then he fell.

Tripping down the rest of the stairs so that he broke his ankles, and then slamming his head into the desk at the side.

Blood dripped down the side of the head, as he looked up and saw nothing more than bright light and blurry faces.

And so Harry Potter went from the Boy-Who-Lived, to the Boy-Who-Died…

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But wait, he wasn't dead yet. Harry woke up and blinked the grogginess out of his eyes. Around him, the horrid curtains of the fourth-year Gryffindor boys' dormitory made themselves known.

"I… did not just have a crush on Fleur Delacour…"

Harry shook his head in bemusement. The tricks his head would play on him sometimes…

"Oh, well," he thought, "time to get to reorganizing my trunk."


Ha! Did you really think I would write a Harry/Fleur fanfic? You should have seen the looks on your faces…

With that settled, I wish you all a very happy April Fools' Day, and I am very happy to announce that you have all been trolled.

Now, you will have realized that this most certainly isn't the upcoming fanfic I have been teasing for some time. But, I am very pleased to inform you all that it will be published within the next week (as of writing this, it is Thursday, April 1, 2021, 3:09 ET), and I hope that you will all enjoy it. I will now disclose the title of it.

The title is—and if you've already guessed it, congratulations, you get a brownie point—"Across the Stars." I will change the title of this fic when it goes up.

Anyway, thank you for reading and bringing me immense joy. Have a wonderful day!

I'll see you soon,

Luq707