AN: Sorry for the lateness of this update. It is the fianl chapter in my story and I would like to thank the people who have constantly been reviewing this story and giving me the confidence to continue it. I dedicate this final chapter to you.
The Hospital wing was quiet when Fleur and Harry entered, Sirius following them at a slow trot. Three beds had curtains around them so the occupants could have privacy or in the case of Barty Crouch Junior so as people could see him. The wounds he had sustained during his captor needed to be seen by the school matron. Madam Pomfrey's voice could be heard behind the nearest curtain but it was the two people standing in the middle of the room that caught Fleur's attention. One was tall, dark-skinned, square-shouldered and had an air of calm that could match even Dumbledore's. The other person had short, pink, spiky hair and shorter than her companion. She had a heart shaped face and unlike the other man wasn't wearing robes. Instead she was wearing a pair of muggle jeans, a dark t-shirt and a denim jacket. Her boots were scuffed and caked with mud. Her black cloak was draped over a chair by the door.
"Kingsely, they're here," she said happily. Fleur frowned but said nothing as she and Harry approached.
"Mr Potter, Miss Delacour." The man, Kingsely, began. "My name is Kingsely Shacklebolt and this Nymphadora Tonks."
"Just Tonks," the pink haired woman amended quickly glowering at Kingsely. He ignored her, and continued what he was saying.
"We are aurors. We have some questions for you, the two of you." He stated simply. They must be part of the auror team Dumbledore called hours ago. It felt like days to Fleur, but she knew that was just her mind playing tricks on her.
"But they can wait 'til morning if that'd suit you better." Tonks added hurriedly noticing Harry's wounded arm.
"Now's fine," Harry answered. At that moment the curtains around the nearest bed opened and Madam Pomfrey stepped out. Her eyes widened when she saw Harry's injured arm and she hurried over.
"What have you done this time, Potter?" she asked exasperatedly.
"It's nothing, I'm fine." Harry protested, hiding his arm behind his back in an attempt to stop the matron examining it. She grabbed it and brought it roughly into the light. She rolled up the sleeve and ran her wand along the wound muttering charms under her breath. Fleur watched the flesh under heal over but the skin didn't heal completely. The skin was red and Fleur could see a long, white, ropey scar running up Harry's inner forearm.
"You've had a long night, Potter." Madam Pomfrey said with a small sigh. "Rest is what you need. You too, Miss Delacour." She bustled over to two beds near one of the large windows. With a flick of her wand the covers shot back. Harry sighed and got into the bed, Fleur following his lead. The bed was warm and soft and Fleur wondered whether all of the beds in Hogwarts were this comfortable.
"I'll have pyjamas for the both of you soon." she said briskly before turning to Kingsely. "Auror Shacklebolt, Mr Moody is stable, you can ask your questions now. Nothing too difficult, he's had a hard time." Kingsely nodded, and strode past her, pausing only to open and close the curtains obscuring Moody from view. Tonks stared at the curtains for a long moment, her smile falling slightly; it leapt back into place when she turned back to Harry and Fleur however.
"Right then, Harry. You don't mind if I call you, Harry, do you? Mr Potter makes you sound like an old man." She smiled summoning a chair with her wand and placing it in the gap between the two beds. "We shouldn't be too long, all we want to know is what happened in the maze and after you touched that cup."
Fleur told Tonks, for the second time that night, what had happened to her in the maze. The auror stayed silent while Fleur talked, her eyebrows rose slightly and her eyes widening a fraction when Fleur told her about Krum's use of the torture curse. While she was telling Tonks her tale Madam Pomfrey returned with pyjamas and a variety of potions for Harry's wounded arm. Harry took over when Fleur recounted his disappearance.
He didn't go into great detail, he just told them the bare facts. Tonks listened intently as he recited the ritual that Voldemort and Wormtail had performed. He told them how Wormtail had bound him and used his blood to bring back Voldemort. Voldemort's first act had been to summon his Death Eaters. So as they could see his triumphant return, with the boy who had thwarted him all those years ago bound to his father's headstone.
"Do you want some of their names?" Harry asked Tonks. She nodded and smiled eagerly. "Nott, Goyle, Crabbe, Malfoy and Avery. They're the only ones he talked to, apart from Wormtail."
"But what happened after he gave you your wand back?" Tonks asked, summoning parchment to write the names Harry had just given her down. By this time Kingsely had joined her but said nothing, he merely stood silently behind her, his piercing gaze fixed on Harry.
"He used the Cruciatous Curse again," Harry began and Fleur could see the pain of the memory flicker in his emerald eyes for a moment. She wanted to reach out, to comfort him but she restrained herself. She could do that later, right now he needed to tell the aurors what had happened. "He tried to put me under the Imperius Curse as well but I fought it off. I tried to disarm him but at the same time he tried to kill me and our wands sort of connected."
"Connected?" Kingsely asked, speaking in his slow voice. He sounded surprised, but it didn't show in his face. It was the same, calm mask he had kept in place even when Harry had told him Voldemort had tortured him. Fleur knew that Kingsely was used to hearing such news, being a senior auror he had seen it all before.
"Yeah, a kind of golden beam connected our wands. These beams of light were on the beam. I forced them to Voldemort's wand, these ghosts came out of his wand. An old man, Bertha Jorkins and..." but Harry faltered slightly, his voice constricting. "My parents." His jaw was tight and Fleur could tell he was fighting tears. She couldn't imagine what Harry had gone through. He had never seen his parents growing up.
"I talked to them," he continued, his voice soft and wavered on the final word. "My dad told me what to do, Voldemort was afraid of them for some reason. They stopped him from getting near me. I summoned the cup and came back here." Tonks nodded and got up from the chair.
"Thanks, Harry, for getting Mad-Eye out of that trunk." She glanced over at the bed nearest Madam Pomfrey's office door.
"I didn't do anything. Fleur's the one who stunned Crouch." That wasn't true, but Fleur knew he could hardly tell Tonks that an escaped convict had saved his life. Tonks' gaze shifted to Fleur and she smiled at her.
"Thank you," she said softy. "Don't expect to get any thanks from Mad-Eye, he'll just shout at you for not noticing the imposter earlier."
With another smile she followed Kingsely, who had been waiting at the end of Harry's bed, out of the Hospital Wing. As soon as Tonks had collected her cloak and departed Fleur leapt out of bed and joined Harry on his. He smiled at her as she wrapped an arm around him.
"I'm fine," he said, not waiting for her to ask.
"You saw your parents," Fleur said, it wasn't a question, but he nodded all the same.
"Yeah, the only other time I've heard them is when a dementor is nearby. It's not exactly a good memory either." She nodded and took his hand in hers. He needed her now, in this brief moment of weakness. She kissed him softly on the lips and felt his hand cup her cheek. She pulled him closer and lost herself in the soon to be heated kiss.
The door to the Hospital Wing burst open. Wolf-whistles and laughter filled the air.
"Nice one, Harry!" a familiar voice shouted.
"The thousand galleons isn't your only prize, eh?" the other laughed. Fleur, blushing furiously, pulled herself away from Harry and turned to see who had entered. Her eyes fell upon Fred and George Weasley both of them were carrying mountains of food and drink. Hermione stood next to them her face a cross between disbelief and hilarity.
"What are you three doing?" Madam Pomfrey screamed a purple potion in one hand her wand in the other.
"Party, Madam Pomfrey." One of the twins beamed over the teetering pile of food.
"Though I think Harry started the celebrations without us," the other said an identical grin plastered on his face. "This is his celebration party for winning the Tournament."
"Or we could take him to Gryffindor Tower instead if you'd prefer. I think they would, don't you George?" Fred said dumping the pile of sweets, food and drink he was carrying onto the bed that had been Fleur's.
After a long moment a resigned look fell upon Madam Pomfrey's face. "Very well, but out before curfew or Mr Potter's wounds won't be the only ones I'm treating tonight." Madam Pomfrey glowered before setting down the purple potion on Harry's bedside table. "It's a dreamless sleep potion, Potter. Be sure to take it, won't you?"
With a final glance at the Weasley twins, who had now started on the food they had bought, she left muttering angrily under her breath. The twins laughed and threw Harry and Fleur a bottle of butterbeer each. Sirius whined loudly his grey eyes fixed on the food. Fred picked up a large chicken leg and threw it to Sirius. He barked once and began to gnaw at it expertly.
"Nice dog, Harry." Fred grinned, picking up a chocolate frog and unwrapping it. "Looking forward to the ceremony?"
"What ceremony?" Harry asked, surprise etched on his face.
"The prize winning ceremony, Harry." Hermione said quickly, from her perch by the window, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Fudge will be presenting you with your winnings tomorrow. Bagman told me earlier I was talking to him while you were in the maze."
"Do you want us to slip Fudge one of Canary Creams, Harry?" George asked.
"We could get one of the elves to put it in his food," Fred said eagerly. There was a sudden loud banging noise from the window sill.
"Sorry," Hermione yelped her hand clasped in a fist. "Harry, could I have that jar?" she asked pointing at the empty jar on Harry's bedside table. Harry picked it up and passed it to Hermione. The bushy haired girl opened the jar. She opened her fist and a small, black beetle dropped into the jar. Hermione snapped the lid back on as the beetle began to fly to the top of the jar. She drew her wand and muttered something. A sudden, golden sheen enveloped the jar before fading again.
"Unbreakable charm, good one, Hermione." Fred said cheerfully as the beetle started ramming its head into the side of the jar.
"Hermione what is going on?" Harry asked, perplexed but Fleur stared at the beetle a sudden memory rising to the surface of her mind. The beetle's antenna were ringed with horrible, ruby marking very similar to Rita Skeeter's glasses.
"Zat isn't-" she gasped and Hermione nodded grinning like Christmas had come early.
"Rita Skeeter," Hermione said.
"No way," George breathed sliding off the bed so as to get a closer look at the fat beetle. "How did you find out?"
"Harry," Hermione answered, but Harry looked as surprised as everyone else when Hermione said his name.
"But I didn't-"
"Bugging, Harry." Hermione said waving the jar so as the fat beetle that was Rita Skeeter fell onto her back.
"To Hermione, for uncovering the scandalous reporter and how she gets her gossip." Fred said loudly raising his butterbeer. Fleur raised her along with Harry and George. Sirius raised his head, chicken leg lying abandoned and eaten on the bed.
"Hermione!" They shouted, Sirius barking happily along with them. Hermione was bright red but laughed along with them. They spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other's company and getting through the pile of food on Fleur's bed. Tonks reappeared halfway through the evening and took up her position in the chair by the door. She watched them with an air of bemusement but said nothing. Soon Madam Pomfrey forced Fred, George and Hermione to leave and to take their food with them. The twins tried, and failed, to sneak Sirius some more chicken legs before they left. Fleur changed and gave Harry one last kiss before getting into bed and letting sleep consume her.
The next morning, Madam Pomfrey reluctantly let Harry leave the Hospital Wing, but only under the promise that he didn't return for the rest of the year. Considering that was only a few days, Harry had agreed to the promise. Fleur and Harry left the Hospital Wing only to find Dumbledore waiting for them outside. He smiled gently at Harry before speaking.
"Harry, Miss Delacour, I wonder if I could trouble you for a word in my office, it shouldn't take a moment. I assure you that you won't miss breakfast." He said before striding down the corridor. Fleur and Harry followed him. Sirius trotted behind them as they made their way to Dumbledore's office. They walked in silence, Fleur wondering vaguely what Dumbledore wanted to talk to them about. She suspected that he wanted to discuss the events of last night with Harry. But why he needed to talk to her she had no idea.
Dumbledore's office was exactly as she remembered it. The only change was that the golden perch that usually held Fawkes the phoenix was empty. The portraits went silent when Dumbledore entered the office. He gestured to the two chairs in front of his desk and sat down behind his large desk.
"There is no need to hide now, Sirius." Dumbledore said, pulling a piece of parchment towards him. Sirius' fur receded into his body, leaving flesh and grey robes in their place. He grew back to his normal height a grim look on his face. "You are looking well Sirius." Dumbledore said pleasantly.
"Harry and Fleur have been sending me food since February." Sirius said with a small shrug. But he smiled at both of them, his eyes no longer empty and dark.
"I did wonder where all our chicken legs were going," Dumbledore said softly his electric blue eyes twinkling. "You will be pleased to know Sirius that Cornelius talked to Barty Crouch last night. He confirmed his son's story or at least the parts he witnessed. Hopefully you will be able to have your trial at last."
"And then what?" Sirius asked. "Will Harry come to live with me? I don't want him with those muggles." Fleur agreed with Sirius. Harry deserved to have a family who loved him, like Sirius did. Not the abuse he had come to expect at the hands of the Dursley's.
"We shall see, Sirius." Dumbledore sighed, finishing the note he had been writing all the while he had been talking. "Could you take this to Arabella Figg for me, Sirius? Do not worry, she believes of your innocence so there will be no need to hide."
Sirius took the note and slipped it into the pocket of his robes. Harry looked like he was about to object but Sirius placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "I'll be back soon, Harry. I promise." Fleur knew that Harry didn't want to be apart from Sirius so soon. They barely spent any time together and both wished to change that. He smiled at Harry before turning on his heel and striding out of the office.
"Professor," Harry started when the door to Dumbledore's office closed once more. "Will Fudge clear Sirius?"
"I believe he will Harry. Cornelius is not a stupid man, but he was there when Sirius was arrested, he will struggle to see past his beliefs. However we have enough witnesses testifying that Wormtail is alive. Sirius will also be testifying to his innocence."
"I'll testify too," Harry added.
"I expected no less, Harry." Dumbledore said his blue eyes twinkling. A sudden knock on the office door prevented Dumbledore from saying more. "Enter," The door opened to reveal Fleur's Papa. He smiled warmly at them as he made his way into the office.
"I 'aven't been 'ere for fifteen years." He said looking at the many portraits on the wall. "It is still zee as last time."
"Some things have changed." Dumbledore disagreed happily. "This sherbet lemon pot for example was not here on your last visit. It is change I wish to speak to you about actually."
"Actually, no, it is not of Voldemort's return that I wish to discuss. I have an offer for your daughter I merely wished to hear your opinion." Fleur stared at the aged Headmaster. What could he offer her? Her mind filled with multiple suggestions but seemed right. "Miss Delacour, as you are, or should I say were, a competitor in the Triwizard Tournament you have not sat your end of school exams. You could, of course, sit these exams during the summer or-"
"I could come 'ere," Fleur finished. She had pushed away the thoughts of next year. She hadn't wanted to dwell one not being able to see Harry for an entire school year. The only contact she would have with him would have been through letters. But the fear had slowly started to return now that the Tournament was over.
"Precisely." Dumbledore said, "I have spoken to Madame Maxime and she agrees that it is perfectly possible. Your O.W.L results were remarkable, the best in your year I believe. The subjects you have chosen for your N.E.W.T's are all available here at Hogwarts."
Fleur already knew her answer. Dumbledore was offering her the chance to return to Hogwarts next year, to be with her friends and more importantly Harry.
"I would like a word wiz, Fleur." She heard her Papa say. Dumbledore nodded graciously and Fleur rose from her chair, glancing at Harry as she did. She could see the hope flickering in his eyes. But she could also see the doubt there. She didn't want to face that possibility. She wanted to be with Harry, for as long as she could. Dumbledore was offering her a way to do that.
She followed her Papa a short distance away from the desk. His face was set a mask that she was so used to seeing while he was at work. "You want to stay, don't you." He said quietly.
"I do, Papa." Fleur answered, searching his face for his decision. But there was nothing there. No hint of answer, no small smile or bright eyes, nothing that suggested what his answer would be.
"Then it's a good thing I asked Madame Maxime if you could transfer here yesterday morning" He smiled, Fleur stared at him her mouth opening slightly. He hadn't been in a meeting at work. That was why he had come with Hagrid. He had been by the half-giant's cabin, Hagrid must have seen him. "She agreed that it would be best, I was going to tell you today but it seems Albus has beaten me to it."
Fleur hugged her Papa, grinning widely into his shoulder. She couldn't believe that her Papa had done that for her. He had known since she had that she loved Harry. He had done everything he could to help her be with the boy she loved with al her heart. She blinked away the happy tears that welled up in her eyes.
"Thank you, Papa." Fleur beamed, as she pulled away from her Papa.
"I think you should tell 'Arry the good news." He suggested glancing at the desk where Harry and Dumbledore sat waiting for Fleur's answer.
"I want to stay 'ere, at 'Ogwarts." As soon the words were out here mouth an explosion of applause filled the room. The portraits, who had been silent since her arrival, had erupted into applause. One strange looking man was waving a large ear trumpet at her, his toothy smile broad. She looked back at the desk, Dumbledore was smiling at her his blue eyes flickering with mirth at the portraits antics. Harry's smile was threatening to split his face in two. His emerald eyes were a light with happiness. He practically leapt from the chair and pulled her into a hug. Fleur hugged him back, pulling away slightly to kiss him passionately. She didn't care that her Papa, Dumbledore and all of the portraits were watching. She didn't care about anything, in that single moment everything was perfect. Nothing, not even Voldemort, could spoil it.
Harry pulled back and looked at her for a moment. "I love you," he whispered so quietly Fleur barely heard him. Her heart soured and she kissed him with renewed vigour. She knew that he loved her, Hermione had told her often enough, but she had never heard him say it. It cleared all the self-doubts that had been eating away at the back of her mind ever since she had told him how she felt. She could feel his hand in her hair and the other in the small of her back. All that mattered in the world was Harry. She didn't know how long she had been kissing him for, it could have been seconds, minutes or hours but eventually the need for air became a priority and they broke apart.
Dumbledore coughed lightly, bringing Fleur back to the present. She felt her cheeks burn and could have sworn she heard one of the portraits laugh.
"Term starts on September the first," Dumbledore said, picking up a lemon drop from the pot on his desk and popping it into his mouth. "You will receive a letter shortly before the start of term informing you of the books you will need for your studies next year."
Fleur recognising she had been dismissed gave the headmaster a small nod and smile of gratitude before exiting the office with Harry not far behind.
Breakfast was a loud affair that morning. Every single Gryffindor and some Ravenclaws were celebrating Harry's victory. Even the Hufflepuffs who had been backing Cedric said that a Hogwarts victory was better than a Beauxbaton or Durmstrang. The Beauxbaton students looked extremely put out but giggled when they saw her and Harry together at the Gryffindor table. Her parents sat with her, Gabrielle pulling every piece of food she could towards her. She rarely got to experience English food and was enjoying it while she could. Cho and Cedric joined them so as to congratulate Harry on his victory.
"You'd think they'd at least look slightly cheerful," Cedric said nodding at the Slytherin table. The majority of the students sitting at the table were either pretending Harry didn't exist or glaring at him.
"I don't think Malfoy knows how to be cheerful," Harry smiled as Dumbledore stood from his chair at the staff table. Everyone in the hall went quiet and all heads turned to the aged headmaster who smiled benignly at them.
"Thank you," he said, when the final mutterings had stopped. "As you all know the Triwizard Tournament has finally come to an end. I would first like to thank Mister Bagman and Mister Crouch for organising the event."
The hall applauded politely as Bagman waved at them all, his boyish grin in place. Crouch was noticeable only by his absence. He was still in Saint Mungo's as a precautionary measure.
"I would also like to thank our guests, Durmstrang and Beauxbaton for being such good competitors." The students clapped again. Fred and George were grinning identically at Fleur clapping loudly with the rest. "The winner of the Triwizard Tournament is the champion with the most points. That champion is... Harry Potter of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
The hall exploded with applause. Fred and George cheered loudly inspiring a few laughs from further down the Gryffindor table.
"Harry, join me up here if you please." Dumbledore shouted from the staff table. Fleur gave Harry's arm a squeeze and kissed his cheek. He smiled and got up from the table and made his way to the staff table.
"Any minute, now." Fred said to his twin staring at the staff table as he took Harry's place. Fleur turned to ask what he was talking about when an explosion erupted from behind the staff table. Huge red and gold fireworks burst into the air forming the words: Harry Potter, Triwizard Champion.
Fudge was glowering angrily at the fireworks is look of annoyance only to be rivalled by Snape's glare at the twins who were high-fiving. Dumbledore looked bemused by the fireworks and Bagman was laughing hysterically. There was a loud, collective gasp as a huge, red and gold lion burst through the gigantic letters sending the scattering. It landed skidding down the down hall, small sparks flicking up off the floor. It roared as it came to a halt then slowly turned and bowed its enormous head to Harry before setting off at a run down the hall. It sprinted through the open double doors into the Entrance hall and out into the grounds. Fleur's Mama was staring at the point where the huge letters had been an impressed look on her delicate features.
"Mama, can I have one?" Gabrielle asked puling at her Mama's shirt and pointing at where the lion had been.
"Here," Fred said, pulling a large, red firework from his pocket and throwing it to her. "Don't waste it,"
"Silence!" Dumbledore bellowed, his wand at his throat and his voice echoing in the spacious hall. The students stopped laughing and whooping at the Weasley twins prank.
"Thank you, Headmaster," Fudge said tipping his bowler hat to Dumbledore, who was now sitting comfortably in his chair, before turning to Harry. "Mr Potter, your name will be sure to go down in history as the youngest champion in centuries."
"Yeah, as if Harry needs anymore fame," George laughed.
"Therefore I present you with this prize of one thousand galleons." Fudge said, holding out a sack full of galleons. Harry took it and pocketed it hurriedly, stuffing it deep into his robe pocket. Fudge held his hand out and Harry accepted it reluctantly. Before Harry was forced to say anything Dumbledore stood up clapping. Hagrid was next, his huge, dustbin lid sized hands amplifying the sound. McGonagall joined after Hagrid, a small, rare smile on her face as she looked at Harry. Fleur stood up and Hermione soon followed. Fleur beamed at Harry as she clapped her hands together. He gave her an embarrassed smile in return. Then a sudden surge of applause filled the hall as the majority of the hall stood and cheered as Harry made his way back to the Gryffindor table.
"That was brilliant," Harry said in a hushed voice to Fred and George as he rejoined them on Fleur's other side. "Did you see Snape's face?"
"It looked like he'd eaten stink sap," George laughed. "Speaking of Snape wait he draws his wand he's got one of our deluxe fake ones."
"It'll turn into a shark," Fred said looking at the greasy haired potions master. "Or is it a salmon?"
"It's defiantly not a chicken, we planted that one in dear Ronniekins robes this morning, remember?" George grinned evilly at his youngest brother. Ron had ignored Fleur and Harry ever since the fiasco at the Yule Ball and Fleur hadn't paid him much attention. He looked at them from the other end of the table and morose look on his face. "He won't apologize, something to do with his pride apparently."
"That and Dean is far more in to Quidditch plays than Harry is." Fred added. "Harry enjoys the sport rather than the tactics."
"Yeah, three years of Wood will do that to someone." Harry grumbled as he withdrew the sack full of galleons and dumped it onto the table. The twins eyed the galleons wistfully, Fleur knew that they came from a poor family and had never had much money. Harry was probably showing them the most amount of gold they had ever seen.
"What are you going to do with it?" George asked quietly. "The galleons I mean."
"Nothing," Harry answered pushing it towards the twins. "I certainly don't need it my vault at Gringotts is full. You two can have it." Fred and George stared at Harry with open mouths. Fleur raised a questioning eyebrow but stayed silent. Hermione had pointed out to Fleur that she spoke before thinking on occasion and Fleur had tried hard to stop every since.
"Us?" Fred said when he regained his voice. "You're mental."
"No, I'm not," Harry said shaking his head. "Take it."
"Why do you want us to have it? You won it."
"I know I did. But with Voldemort back I could do with a laugh." Harry grinned, "Besides what would I do with it? Invest it in your joke-shop."
"Mom'd kill you if she found out," George breathed.
"Then don't tell her where you got it," Harry shrugged.
"That's one thousand galleons,"
"Think how many Canary Creams that'd make."
They grinned at each other before George tentatively putting the sack towards him and pocketed it. "Here Harry have one of these, give it to your cousin when you get the chance." Fred said tossing Harry a small, brightly wrapped sweet Fleur recognised as a Ton-Tongue Toffee.
"Thanks," Harry grinned as he dropped the small sweet into his pocket. "I'll be sure not to tell them the counter-curse." The twins laughed and Fleur had an image of Dudley Dursley, whom Harry had described to her in detail, struggling with a huge purple tongue. She laughed along with the twins and pulled a plate towards her and began to load it up with food. Harry joined her linking hand with her under the table. She smiled at him and kissed him lightly on the cheek before starting to eat her breakfast.
The next week flew quicker than any of Fleur's previous weeks at the ancient school. Her Mama and Gabrielle stayed behind while her Papa returned to his work. When Fleur asked her Mama why she had stayed the French woman had merely smiled and said, "I want to get to know my future son-in-law." On that particular occasion Fleur was glad that Harry didn't know French. Though she'd seen Hermione give him a thick French to English dictionary, that looked as though it had just been bought of the shelf. Fleur knew better, however, Hermione took great care of her books and she'd owned that book since she was seven years old.
Sirius returned halfway through the final week. In his animagus form he looked even healthier than he had before. He didn't dare transform while inside the castle. While Fudge had been persuaded that Sirius might be innocent, he still wanted Sirius captured. Sirius was constantly being petted or forced to play with Gabrielle who had been very taken with Sirius in his dog form.
In no time at all Fleur found herself finishing packing her trunk before she set off to the Leaving Feast. She had put away all of her clothes, presents she had received at Christmas and books, all stacked according to subject. Her owl was back in its cage and looked very disgruntled at this arrangement. The only thing Fleur had yet to pack was the photo Harry had given her for Christmas. It sat on her bedside table and she watched her photographic self kiss Harry firmly on the lips as they hugged eachother in the snow. The photo figures of her and Harry had started kissing when she and Harry had started dating after the second task. She drew he wand and shrunk the photograph. She picked it up in one hand and realized it was only just bigger than her palm thanks to the charm. She slipped into her pocket before glancing around the room she had occupied for the last school year, checking for any of her possessions.
That night she sat at the Gryffindor table with Harry and Hermione. The hall was decorated with the House Cup winner's colours. The red and gold of Gryffindor was draped on the wall behind the staff table. Fleur looked at the staff table closely as the first course appeared. Dumbledore was talking quietly with the stern Professor McGonagall. Hagrid and Madame Maxime were talking in hushed voices and Fleur noticed that they sat very close together. Whatever argument they had gotten into at Christmas had obviously been forgotten. The real Mad-Eye Moody sat at the staff table, his magical eye and wooden leg back in place. Karkaroff's chair was empty and Fleur wondered vaguely where the Death Eater had gone since he had failed to return to Voldemort's side.
Fred and George, who had been in even higher spirits since Harry had given them the one thousand galleons, were celebrating the end of term further down the Gryffindor table. Gabrielle and Fleur's Mama sat talking animatedly in French to Fleur's left. Cho and Cedric were sitting at the Hufflepuff table surrounded by Cedric's friends and supporters during the Triwizard Tournament.
Fleur talked happily to Harry and Hermione about nothing in particular. She loved discussing unimportant things. It was so much better than the seriousness she was used to at Beauxbaton. The only conversations she had there were about her studies. She never talked about other people's classes or insulted teachers like Snape. Or discussed what she was going to do with her summer. She made sure not to ask Harry what he would be doing during the summer. She knew full well that he would be stuck at the Dursley's until someone rescued him. She wanted to do something to help him but Dumbledore had said Harry needed to stay at the Dursley's when her Mama had asked the headmaster three days previously. A small part of Fleur had hoped that Harry would be able to come back to France with her, to her home.
When the final course of the feast disappeared Dumbledore stood up from his chair at the staff table.
"Another year has come to an end," he said, his voice filling the huge hall. "I must say I have never seen a year so ripe with excitement as this one. I'm sure you have all learned something in your time at this school may you be one of our guests or students. No doubt you will forget most of it by the time you have arrived home.
"Now the house cup needs awarding and the points have been totalled. In fourth place are, Ravenclaw with three hundred and eleven points. In third place are, Hufflepuff with three hundred and sixty-two points. In second place are, Slytherin with four hundred and twenty-six points. Which means that in first place is Gryffindor with four hundred and thirty-nine points."
Fleur first thought was that a bomb had gone off inside the hall so loud were the cheers from the Gryffindors. The Slytherins glared at the celebrating Gryffindors with murderous looks on each of their faces. Sirius was barking at the top of his lungs, his tail wagging furiously. Harry and Hermione were cheering with the rest. Fleur clapped along with the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuffs.
"Which is the fourth year in a row," Dumbledore said when the applause had subsided. "Well done, Gryffindor, when will you be beaten?"
"Never," came George response and Dumbledore laughed.
"That is indeed a possibility." Dumbledore smiled, "I hope you all have pleasant holidays. I hope to see the schools of Durmstrang and Beauxbaton back in these halls soon, even if it is not for something quite as competitive."
After the feast Fleur left Harry straight after the feast, so as to give her room one last check and to ask Madame Maxime to wait for her. The headmistress agreed and Fleur was soon back in the Entrance Hall. Gabrielle and her Mama had been waiting in the hall for Fleur to return, Sirius lying at the feet. Five minutes later Harry and Hermione set their trunks down on the hard, stone floor. The horseless carriages had already taken the first, second and third years to Hogsmeade station and now the hall was full of the fourth year students.
"Could I haff a vord?" a voice Fleur recognised as Krum's asked from behind her. Hermione blushed furiously but nodded. Together she and Krum moved to a more private part of the Entrance hall.
"It 'as been a pleasure meeting you, 'Arry." Fleur's Mama said, smiling.
"You too," Harry said as Gabrielle hugged his waist tightly. He stared at the small French girl and did his best to hug her back. Fleur watched the odd spectacle, she had never imagined Gabrielle would be quite so taken with Harry but was glad her sister liked him.
"Bye Bye, 'Arry," she said giving him a huge grin before returning to her mother's side.
"I'm sure we will see each uzzer again, 'Arry," Fleur's Mama said, "My daughter I quite taken wiz you." Fleur tried desperately to hide the small blush crawling up her cheeks but was unsuccessful judging by the wide smile on Harry's face. With a wave from Gabrielle the two left, heading up the marble staircase to Dumbedore's office, where they would take the floo network home.
"You vere vorthy opponents," Krum said when he returned with Hermione a few moments later. "Both of you."
"So were you," Harry replied. "I especially liked your sharks head."
Krum's smile was a very absurd change on his usually surly features. His face seemed to struggle with the idea, but Fleur was glad to know he could smile. She had grown so used to seeing him glowering all the time she had doubted whether he was able to smile. Krum stuck out his hand to Harry and Fleur in turn and they both shook it. Then with a nod to both of them he disappeared into the crowd. Fleur noticed the huge figure of Madame Maxime waiting near the carriage and sighed. She didn't want to leave, even if it was for such a short time.
"Enjoy your summer," Hermione said to Fleur, she too had noticed the French Headmistress. She pulled Fleur into a hug which Fleur gratefully accepted.
"You too," Fleur said turning to Harry.
"I'm going to miss you," he said, bluntly. "Even though it's only for the summer."
Fleur didn't waste time with words, she just kissed him. She put all of her love for Harry into the kiss, making sure he would remember it over the summer to come.
"Goodbye, 'Arry," Fleur said, kissing him slightly less passionately this time. With a final smile and a wave she set off towards the Beauxbaton carriages, knowing that if she turned round she woud never get aboard.