Greye's Notes: Hey everyone! This is a brand new fanfic by me. I have always shipped Harry and Fleur and thus, I have written a Harry and Fleur fanfic! There are already some wonderful Harry/Fleur fics out there, I know, but there were some things I wanted to see…and so I decided to write my own! If anything I have written is similar to what someone else has, I apologize, that is not my intention—everything I have written here has come from my own mind, and is meant to be original (except for the scenes I've added that did occur in the book, though most of those are altered as well to accommodate my changed storyline). Anyway, if anyone has a problem with something I have written—maybe you think it is too close to what you wrote, or someone else wrote (I have by far not read EVERY Harry/Fleur fic out there!) please PM me and let me know so I can make adjustments, rather than just flaming me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter! Some of these scenes are written similarly to the book, I know, and those things I do not own! My own characters and scenarios are my own, but J.K. Rowling owns everything else.

"Boys! Boys, get up! Something's wrong." Harry groggily turned over in his bunk, his mind clinging to a dream about the Quidditch match…instead of Krum, he, Harry, was the Bulgarian Seeker. He groaned as the last vestiges of the dream left him.

"Mr. Weasley?" Harry sat up, his head brushing the tent. Suddenly the sounds outside rushed up to greet him and his eyes widened in alarm. Gone were the sounds of laughter, replaced with terrified screams and explosions. "What's going on?" Mr. Weasley, who was rousing the other boys, shook his head.

"I don't know, there's no time! Get your jacket and go! Don't bother about changing." Harry scrambled out of bed and grabbed his jacket and his wand. He hurried out of the tent behind Mr. Weasley, Ron on his heels, and looked around. Fires burned everywhere, and everywhere there were witches and wizards running and screaming. Children crying, people wailing—mass panic. Harry felt his eyes pulled toward the source, and gasped. A mass of marching witches and wizards was headed their way—the core of them curiously wrapped in dark cloaks with…masks? Harry felt his brow furrow in confusion, until his eyes caught on the floating figures above. Mr. Roberts…the caretaker…and was that…? Harry felt an anger rise in him, a terrible, dreadful rage. Beside him, Ron voiced his thoughts.

"That's…that's…disgusting!" For the other figures were no doubt Mr. Roberts' family, his wife and children being spun about in the air wearing nothing but their night things. All were crying and screaming hysterically, except for the little boy, who seemed to have passed out. Harry turned to move out of the way as Bill, Charlie, and Percy emerged from the tent.

"We're going to join the Ministry, see if we can help." Mr. Weasley explained. All of them were dressed, with their wands out. "You lot get into the trees, now! Stick together. Fred, George, I expect you to keep an eye on your sister!" The twins nodded solemnly, and stood beside their little sister. Ginny rolled her eyes, but Harry could see that she was scared too. "We'll meet you later. Go, go now!" He turned and headed toward the crowd of wizards approaching, Bill, Charlie, and Percy walking with him.

Fred and George led the way into the woods, Ginny between them. Harry, Ron, and Hermione brought up the rear. It was hard to stay close with so many people running around them, pushing, and shoving. And it was dark, even with half the tents in the area on fire. A big tree loomed up, and Harry had to move quickly to avoid running into it. He broke away from Ron and Hermione to go around it on the other side. His foot caught in a root and he went sprawling. "Ack!" He grunted in pain as some other panicked individual trod on him. Groaing slightly, he got up and looked around. "Ron? Hermione?" He turned in a slow circle, but Harry was alone. Harry reached into his pocket and drew out his wand, lighting the tip of it with a muttered word. He would just have to keep going, and hope he found them. Looking around at the people running through the woods around him, he thought he was liable to get trampled if he stayed put too long. Harry hurried through the trees, careful to watch his step this time, all the while looking out for his friends.

"Pardonnez-moi, avez-vous vu Madame Maxime?" The polite, if strained, voice stopped Harry in his tracks. He looked around curiously. Harry didn't know much French, but he thought the person was talking to him. He shone his light around, and turned as another wand was lit, illuminating a girl before him. Harry's eyes widened when he saw her—she was breath-takingly beautiful. He had never seen anyone who could compare. She was tall, with long, silvery hair and sapphire eyes he couldn't look away from. Her skin was pale, and flawless, and she looked like she possessed the lithe strength of one of the big cats out of legend. His heart thudded in his chest, and it was all he could do to speak.

"Je ne parle pas français, désolé." Harry responded with the only French phrase he knew. "I'm English." He added, as if she couldn't tell by his atrocious accent. The girl smiled at him, which made her more beautiful, if that was possible.

"That iz okay. I know Enlish." Her slightly accented English was beautiful too, Harry thought dreamily. "Are you from 'ogwarts?" Harry nodded, and was snapped from his reverie when he realized her question meant that she was not from Hogwarts. She laughed at his puzzled expression, and he shivered. "I am from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, in France. Madam Maxime is my 'eadmistress…I was just with her." She looked around, blue eyes worried. "If you 'ad seen 'er, you would not 'ave forgotten. She iz a very large woman." Harry wanted to laugh, thinking of Hagrid, who was the biggest person he knew.

"Sorry, no." He said, surprising himself by speaking calmly, despite the screams he could still hear in the distance. "I haven't seen anyone like that. I just got separated from my friends too." He switched his wand to his left hand and stuck out his right. "Let's walk together? Until we find people we know?" The girl hesitantly took his hand in her own, and Harry swallowed, a little overcome by the soft, slim hand that seemed to fit perfectly in his own. He cleared his throat, and let go of her rather quickly. "I'm Harry." He deliberately didn't add his last name, but he saw her eyes flick to his forehead nonetheless. Surprisingly, she didn't comment.

"I am Fleur. Let us go, 'arry. Before we get caught up in something we can't handle." She took a step into the forest, and stumbled back quickly when a man barred her path.

"Oh…" His deep voice responded, "I think you kiddies are definitely caught in something you can't handle." His lank, greasy black hair laid flat against his head, and his sunken eyes looked black in the darkness. He smiled crookedly, and took a step toward Fleur. "Such a pretty little thing…pity to let you go to waste." He reached out to touch Fleur, and Harry stared in horror as his filthy fingers fondled the silvery hair he had just been admiring. For some reason, Fleur seemed frozen. It was then he spotted a second wizard in the trees, mouthing something silent as he held his wand on Fleur. He must have hit her with some kind of binding spell! Harry took an angry step forward, but was brought up short by a hand gripping his shoulder.

"Ah-ah, can't have you interrupting, you little-" Harry didn't give him a chance to finish. He raised his foot and brought the heel down with a resounding crack on the man's instep, and was rewarded with an awful howl of pain. Plenty of practice with Dudley had taught him to follow this move up with an elbow to the face, and Harry was satisfied to feel the man's nose give. He spun around, crying "Stupefy!" The man went rigid, and Harry ducked instinctively to avoid a hex that flashed by over his head. He spun to see the man who had just been touching Fleur with his wand raised. Harry made as if to send a curse at him, but changed direction at the last moment and sent his curse flying toward the man still binding Fleur. "Petrificus Totalus!" The man locked, the unexpected curse hitting him full on even as the greasy haired man sent a nasty spell at Harry. Harry leapt aside, but felt something slice into his arm. He felt warm blood dripping down to his fingertips, and was glad he had moved when he did. Fleur, now free, immediately hexed the greasy man while his back was turned. She raced towards him and grabbed his arm. Harry winced in pain. "Come on Harry!" She cried, and pulled him along behind her.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Bellowed the man behind them, and Harry felt his wand leave his hand.

"My wand!" He turned to go back for it, but Fleur's grip on his arm tightened and he gasped in pain.

"Leave it, 'arry! Your neck is worth more than your wand!" Reluctantly, Harry agreed and followed her into the trees.

Greye's Notes: Hope this first chapter was alright. There will be more soon, I already have a couple other chapters done—just need to edit them before I put them out.

So thoughts? Did I jump in too quickly here, do you think? I'll admit, I may have been lazy, and just did not feel like writing about the actual Quidditch match. Even so, I think starting where I did was ok. Let me know what you think, please!