By the time Harry had stopped fidgeting in his seat and had finished eating his roll, Bagman had already finished introducing the Irish team. Their mascots were currently doing a dazzlingly green and gold lap around the stadium, tossing leprechaun gold wherever they went, to great cheering from those that didn't know that it would all be disappearing in the next few hours. It still awed Harry to see the little magical creatures; they didn't live anywhere but Ireland and were quite few in number, having been hunted to near extinction in the middle ages by treasure hunters and never being quite able to recover.

Harry took the time that the leprechauns were flying around the stadium, setting off fireworks and throwing false gold as they went, to attempt to sneak a peek at his lovely future wife. She was seated near the back along with the rest of her family, her mother and father occupying her right side while Gabrielle sat in her lap smiling as her hair was brushed by her older sister. They made a rather adorable sight and Harry found himself unable to look away, something that was not lost on Hermione, who had been watching him since he had turned around. She turned her head herself to get a look at whatever it was that had Harry so enraptured. When she saw what he was staring at she huffed loudly and nudged his ribs, whispering to him as she did that he was staring and that he needed to get a hold of himself.

Harry on the other hand hadn't had any intention of turning around until the girl sitting next to him "nudged" him in the ribs, sighing in exasperation as she did; Harry heard a distinctly muttered "Men…" as she turned back to the mascots flying around the stadium, no doubt thinking that he had been staring at Fleur because of her otherworldly beauty, which was only half true.

Fleur herself was much more aware of Harry's staring than she would have liked, assuming that he was just another boy ensnared by her and her mother's allure. Gabrielle really didn't really know how blessed she was in these first few years, having not developed the allure as she had yet to go through puberty. However, Fleur had been stared at by most men since she had been 13 years old, her allure at that age had been wild and untamed, a veritable signal flare that she was there. It had been horrid until her maman had taught her how to control it to some extent. She decided to just leave the boy be for now, he was, after all, just staring. If he tried anything, she would simply release her hold on her allure and convince him that nothing would make her happier than for him to swan dive off the balcony…or at least for him to go away. She didn't need to be blamed for a suicide.

Harry looked back towards the balcony as Bagman began announcing the Bulgarian team, taking far to long in announcing Krum's name, of course this was because Krum was pretty much the most famous person in Quidditch. A moving panorama showed up behind him as he flew out, showing his face in all of its ultra masculine detail; it wasn't very flattering and made the boy look more oafish than anything, as it would anyone else's face that was blown up several thousand times and shown in extreme detail. But the caveman-esque Krum wasn't what he was excited about; Bulgaria meant Bulgarian cheerleaders, and Bulgarian cheerleaders meant he was about to have his "first" conversation with Fleur; and it couldn't have been timed more perfectly, she had just gotten up and gone to get some more of the fruit punch available at the back tables.

As the group of flamboyantly dressed veela made their way toward the center of the field, Harry stretched his back, doing everything in his power to work out his nerves, before standing up, telling Hermione as he did that he wanted some fruit punch, although she was preoccupied with getting angry at Ron because of his enthrallment by the veela. Harry glanced around the top box, noticing than the only men not staring glassy eyed at the group of young women on the field were himself and Sebastian Delacour, who saw him standing up and gave him a curt nod to show his acknowledgement of Harry's presence. If he was surprised that Harry didn't feel the allure then he didn't show it, the man was a politician to the core, and it was right bloody terrifying to think that he would have to meet the man again to ask for his daughters hand in marriage. But in order to even get to that point, he had to make his way quickly to the back tables, where Fleur was just beginning to pour herself a glass of fruit punch.

Fleur more sensed that a person was approaching her than she did see or hear it. She had stood up upon seeing the cheerleaders on the field, having not wanted to watch a group of women like her dance around for the viewing pleasure of men who couldn't possibly enjoy watching a veela do anything, as their minds were almost immediately overpowered by the allure. She expected the person behind her to either be her father or sister, and was therefore immensely surprised to find the boy who had been staring at her earlier. He seemed rather spooked that she had turned around to find him behind her, and looked rather tongue tied by her. Fleur decided that if he hadn't been reduced to a bumbling mess by the cheerleaders that she would at least introduce herself, if only to be polite.

"'Ello, may I 'elp you with somezing?" She asked in heavily accented English; assuming that the boy was an English speaker, he also appeared rather young, barely standing level with her, and she was short for her age.

"Uh…Hi, I just uh…wanted some punch?" He finished his sentence as a question unintentionally, feeling ready to curl up and die; that was not how he had intended his opening sentence to go, in his head he had been much more suave about the whole thing, but having her turn around and address him directly had completely thrown him off, and hearing her voice as it had been when he had first met her had caused a tumult of emotions in him that he hadn't felt in a very long time. She was looking at him with a look that told him that she thought he was enthralled by her and was getting ready to tell him where he could shove off to.

"Hmmm? Well, that's nice…enjoy." She replied, fully intent on getting back to her seat and away from the creepy young man who was openly staring at her as if she was some incredible artwork that was prone to vanishing…which, she supposed, in his mind might very well be true.

"Fuck! Need to recover! Need to recover!" Harry thought frantically while trying to find something he could say to forestall her departure. He decided that the quickest way between two points would be a straight line and followed up with, "Would you like to…join…me?" He realized at the exact moment it was coming out that it was just about the lamest line ever uttered, but hopefully it was just lame enough to work.

"Join you? I believe that we are already 'ere, so I suppose I already 'ave. Now, eef you weel excuse me, I need to return to my family." She tried to end things on at least an amiable note; however it didn't seem the boy was having any of that.

"Wait! I haven't even gotten your name, nor you mine…would you mind telling me?" Harry asked, hoping he could stall enough for an opening to show her that he spoke French, which should at least be enough to get her talking to him for a bit longer.

"Ah, I suppose I 'ave not, I am Fleur Isabelle Delacour, a pleasure to meet you meester…?" She decided that she would at least humor him, the fact that he could still talk meant that he had at least some resistance to her allure, which she had been steadily letting out since deciding that the conversation had ended, nearly a full minute ago.

"Fleur Delacour you say? That's French yes?" Harry responded, intentionally not telling her his name yet, it gave him some of the mystery he knew had first intrigued her when he had met her in his first time through life.

"Yes, eet eez, your powers of deduction have not gone to waste obviously…" Fleur responded, deciding that if he was going to be condescending and/or make stupid remarks then she would do the same in return. Although she did decide to stick around until she got his name, of only so that she could tell her papa about him when she got back to her seat.

"Ouch, you wound." Harry responded dryly, deciding for the time being that stalling was the best course of action. He figured that now was a good a time as any to reveal his trump card. "I merely ask because I had assumed that you being French might mean you would prefer to, oh I don't know, speak in French?" He finished in the most triumphant, perfectly accented French he could muster without seeming arrogant, which was a feat in itself.

Fleur, contrary to Harry's belief, was only mildly impressed that he spoke French, although he did speak well. She was at the World Cup, he could easily be one of the diplomat's sons or some such, and have been required to learn the language by his father. "If that is what you prefer, then I will oblige. Are you one of the diplomat's sons then?" She questioned, trying to stifle her chuckle at his flustered look upon seeing that she was distinctly not impressed by his trump card.

"No, I am here with a group of family friends," here he pointed at the Weasleys in the front row, easily spotted both to their placement and the shocking red hair that adorned 5 of the heads in the row, along with the bushy brown of the last. "the man on the far left won tickets from the office in which he work in the English ministry; and yourself? Are you a daughter of one of the ambassadors?"

"Well, not technically an ambassador, but my father is Sebastian Delacour, he is to take over as the French Minister for Magic next month, and your Minister Fudge wanted to make sure he started on good terms with him." Fleur began, more interested in the conversation than she would ever admit, the young man in front of her was withstanding the full measure of her allure and wasn't even remotely affected. That alone was enough to intrigue her, but she also felt that he could be trusted, as if she'd met him before, but she knew she hadn't. She would have recognized his eyes.

"Is he? Well then, I suppose I should avoid getting on your bad side hmmm?" Harry responded easily, now that he had her talking it was simply a matter of making himself remembered, he had planted the seed, now it just had to be watered, and the proverbial rainclouds were building with every passing word.

Fleur chuckled at his comment, it wasn't really funny but she laughed because there was nothing else to do, he was a good conversationalist for one so young. But she did need to be returning to her parents, she would get his name, and maybe an address, some light correspondence with the charming young man who could resist her allure couldn't possibly be a bad thing.

"Well, it was good talking to you, but I really must be returning to my family, my father has been glaring at the back of your head for the last several minutes, and he seems ready to come kill you." Fleur chuckled as she finished telling him about her father and seeing his look of dawning horror, before he turned around slowly and waved at her glowering father.

"So he does…it was good talking to you Ms. Delacour, and I appreciate the escort to the punch bowl. Have a good evening, try not to get into to much trouble wouldn't you?" Harry responded, deciding that he would at least see if he could caution her against what he knew was to come.

"I will do my best. But I still have not received your name…"

"So you haven't, well my dear, my name is Harry, and I'll make a deal with you. The first name you earned through wondrous conversation, so you must do the same for the last. Is there any chance I could get an address to which I could send my adoring fan mail to one Ms. Fleur Delacour?" Harry responded; immensely proud of himself for what he felt, was an incredibly clever way to keep her interested.

"Fan mail hmmm? I don't know, Harry sounds like it could be an alias…but alas, I'm a sucker for a good mystery, but how about I write to you instead? Giving out the address of our future minister to people I've just met isn't exactly something I'm comfortable with."

"'A sucker for a good mystery' eh? Well then you'll be happy to hear that I'm a good mystery for a sucker." He said with a wink," You can address any letters you may have to the Burrow, address them to Harry and I'm sure I'll get them eventually." He finished, happy that he was able to play off his sense of utmost accomplishment so well.

"Very well then, 'Arry. It was a pleasure speaking with you, until next time, au revoir." Fleur said with a wave as she made her way back to her seat, glancing over her should to see "Harry" watching her walk away, she smiled at him one last time before turning to her parents, it had been a truly enjoyable conversation. As she settle back in her seat, she finally looked out towards the field and realized that the game was already well into play; she had been talking to Harry for longer than she had thought.

"Who was that?" Her father asked gruffly, sounding entirely unpleased that anyone had dared approach one if his little girls without proper permission. But Fleur had seemed to be enjoying herself and he didn't want to make her angry, so he decided that the boy could live…for now.

"He only told me his fist name: Harry. He said that if we remain in correspondence then he will tell me the rest of it. I know you know who he is papa, but please don't tell me. I want to figure it out on my own." Fleur pleaded. The second she had mentioned the name Harry, her father's eyes had lit up in recognition. But he knew that she enjoyed doing things in her own way, and so he wouldn't spoil her fun, Harry Potter was very lucky that he was immune to the allure, it was the one thing that Fleur's father found acceptable enough to start him on a preliminary basis with his daughter.

"If you wish, I want to know if he tries anything though. He will be reminded just whose daughter he is speaking with if he does." Sebastian told her, his tone of voice telling her that should "Harry" infringe upon his daughters honor in any way, he would come out of it a broken man…literally.

-Break—

Harry made his way back to his own seat after getting his fruit punch, realizing as he sat down that he had been gone for significantly longer than he had planned. He realized about the same time the Hermione was staring at him, along with Ron and the twins, all four of them looking rather astounded by something or other.

"What? You guys are freaking me out…" Harry said, thoroughly amused by their faces as they gave him a deadpan stare that meant they knew that he knew exactly what had them so amazed.

"Harry, mate…who is she?" Ron asked, his disbelief obvious in his voice, along with the underlying tones indicating his clear unhappiness in the fact that Harry had been talking to one of the most beautiful girls that he had ever seen.

"Who? Hermione? I figured you would at least have a general idea by now Ron, it's been four years and three attempts on our lives, not usually stuff you forget…" Harry responded, certain that he was irritating his friend more than was necessary, but the twins snickering did little to make him want to come clean, he was getting closer and closer to joining in with their laughter at Ron.

"No you dolt, that beautiful blonde you were with!" Ron huffed back at him, clearly upset by his friend's avoidance of the question.

"Oh, calm down Ron, her name is Fleur Delacour. She happened to be at the punch bowl at the same time as me, and we had a conversation. That's all, no need to have an aneurism." Harry told his friend between chuckles. The twins were currently imitating Ron's body language mockingly behind their brother's back, and it was proving to be the perfect thing to bring out Harry's laughter.

"But…she's gorgeus! How did you get her to talk to you?" Ron asked, not understanding that his friend was actually able to have a conversation with a pretty girl.

"Well, I said 'Hi,' made a fool of myself, and then made her laugh." Harry explained slowly, as if talking to a child.

"Oh, sod off Harry." Ron grumbled, accepting that his friend wasn't going to give any helpful answers. Of course, in turning around he caught the twins in the act of mimicking his very movement and just grumbled angrily pushing himself father into the back of his seat so as to avoid the laughter from the twins.

"Harry," Hermione whicpered harshly, indicating that he should get closer to her.

"Hermione!" He responded in the same tone.

"Harry, be serious for a second won't you please? How did you learn to speak perfect French?!" She whispered, apparently having caught parts of his conversation with Fleur.

"Well, shit." Harry thought, trying to think of a way to get out of the bad situation, and when all else fails, blame the Dursleys. "Well you remember how my relatives never let me do anything? I used to steal my cousin's foreign language books and study them when I couldn't sleep. Dudley had to take four years of French at school, along with remedial lessons because he was awful at it, so I always took his books."

"Oh, I'm sorry I asked Harry, I didn't mean to remind you of your relatives." Hermione responded, torn between her embarrassment for bringing them up, and her pride in Harry for learning a foreign language like French on his own.

"Don't worry about it; it was one of the good things that came out of the whole situation." Harry responded with a smile before turning back to the game going on in front of them. It was one of the most exciting things to watch and he was missing it talking to everyone, couldn't he just watch in peace now?

-Break—

It was after the match, everyone had already made it back to the tent and were currently sitting around the living area, Ron having forgotten his earlier surliness, was dancing about the room proclaiming the greatness of Viktor Krum. The twins, however, were quick to remind him that despite Krum's brilliant flying, Ireland had been the ones to secure the cup, tempering Ron's excitement, if only by a fraction.

Harry was resting on the couch, already knowing what was about to begin, and therefore was not nearly as excited as he had been earlier. He was stressed about Fleur's safety, he was stressed about the Weasley's safety, and he was stressed about Hermione's safety. He had decided that he would break off from the rest of the group once they began fleeing from the attack and he would put down the Death Eaters. He had killed enough in his first lifetime that the thought of having to off a few more terrorists didn't bother him much, he had made his peace with the fact that they needed to die.

He knew as soon as Mr. Weasley burst into the tent in a huff that it had begun. The man was shouting orders at Ron and the twins to pack up everyone's bags and run. They were told that Ginny was their top priority and to keep her safe at all costs. They needn't worry about any harm coming to them, or Ginny, or Ron, or Mr. Weasley, or Hermione, as the entire time Harry had been lying on the couch he had been muttering extremely quietly, erecting wards around each of them that would draw directly on his own power to redirect enemy attacks in another direction. It would have been horribly exhausting if he was any other person, but he hadn't been the most powerful wizard of his time for nothing. He could maintain their wards and still fight a full scale battle without breaking a sweat.

He was following the group out of the tent now, preparing to cast the silent, wandless Disillusionment Charm on himself when he heard a noise that he had only ever heard once before and had been burned into his mind ever since. It was a scream, a scream so bloodcurdling and bone chilling that he felt his blood run cold. He knew the scream because the last time he had heard it had been at the Battle of Hogwarts when he had "died" in front of the entire student body. It was a scream that was ingrained into his memory because of the rage it caused him to fly into at that time, and the fury he felt hearing it now. It was a scream of absolute terror, one of such horror as to be mistaken for that of a banshee. But it wasn't, it was quite the opposite. It was the scream of a beautiful half-veela he was madly in love with. It was the scream of Fleur Isabelle Delcour.

His hands engulfed in flame seemed to belong to a spectre due to their disembodied state. They burned white hot and yet he felt no heat, he was in the spot for only a split second longer before making several short range apparition jumps in rapid succession towards the scream. He had planned to kill the Death Eaters, but if they had done anything to Fleur, they would be much more than dead when he was through. He would obliterate them. Annihilate them, destroy them; however you wanted to say it. By the end of this night, their whole goddamned raiding party was going to be nothing but unidentifiable piles of ash.

He had reached the group of Death Eaters now, they were crowded around a tent, and they were setting fire to those around it. They had formed a crude circle and in the middle was Fleur; she was writhing on the ground in agony, no doubt due to a curse from one of the group. Her face a bloodied mess, she had taken a blow to the head that was leaking blood. She had a small cut on her cheek and her eyes were screwed shut in pain. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, one that had ended scant seconds ago when one of the Death Eaters had silenced her.

With a yell of fury and a wave of his hand, Harry simultaneously shielded Fleur, cancelled the curse afflicting her, and launched a wave of white hot hellfire towards the Death Eaters, vaporizing their front ranks and opening up a hole for him to put himself between them and Fleur.

The Death Eaters seemed stunned; they didn't know what was happening. There wasn't supposed to be any resistance, one second they were torturing the girl, the next four of their group had disappeared in the blinding firestorm. The only thing they could now see was the swirling mass of magic in the middle of their now semi-circle. Nobody wanted to be the first to attack, for fear of being the first to die. However that wasn't a fear that they held for long as the mass sent an extremely powerful cutting curse into their group, bisecting three more Death Eaters before they even had a chance to return fire. But now they were shocked out of their stupor and were ready to attack, and attack they did. Killing Curses and Torture Curses made way for Cutters and Bone Breakers, none of it mattered. The mass erected a dome of stone around both itself and the girl cancelling out the Killing Curses, before dropping the dome and seeming to swirl faster as it redirected all of their curses back into their midst, decimating the few they had left. There were the distinct cracks of apparition as the few Death Eaters still capable tried to leave, only to suddenly reappear in the exact place they had apparated from. There was an apparition field around their battle area, which was not fucking good.

Harry now had them all trapped and was done with the fight, while his magical reserves themselves had barely been drained at all, his body was starting to strain from the movement. He was moving incredibly fast, augmented magically by pumping the raw power into his muscles, as he slit the throats of the remaining Death Eaters with cutting curses centralized on his palms to allow the assassination of his targets. He wanted the battle done with so that he could check on Fleur's condition. He wasn't great with healing charms, but he could fix what was wrong with her. He had already had preliminary scans running on her which confirmed that she hadn't been hit with a Crucio, just assorted Pain Hexes and Burning Curses, nasty stuff to be sure, but he could fix it.

The last Death Eater fell as the others had before him: not realizing what it was killing him until it no longer mattered. Harry, having finished the last of the Death Eaters, dropped his disillusionment and made his way back to Fleur, where she was now unconscious in the shield he had put around her. He made his way into the shield and kneeled next to her, slowly moving his hands over her body, correcting the worst injuries first before moving on to the more minor things, thanking whatever gods may be as he did that they hadn't used a Crucio, as there was no way to "fix" that except time and patience. She wouldn't regain full consciousness for a few hours but she had just enough energy to open her eyes and see "Harry's" strikingly green ones looking down at her as he waved his arms over her. She did not miss the tears streaming down his face. Whether they were from sadness or rage, she did not know, possibly both. But she was slowly losing consciousness again and embraced the escape it offered from reality. Knowing that with Harry there, she at least had some protection.

Harry picked her up gingerly and began to carry her in the direction that was hopefully towards her parents and sister. He didn't want them to think she had been kidnapped after all, and they weren't liable to question him…yet. He mostly just wanted to assure them that she was alive and mostly unharmed after his healing of her injuries, limited though it may have been.

He walked off in a relatively straight line, doing his best to support her weight evenly and not fall over. He slipped a few times, but managed to mostly maintain his balance, although his still awkwardly short limbs made it difficult. His body was also aching; he had tried to push it too far too fast. He had nearly felt the muscles separating from his bones when he had been fighting the Death Eaters. He needed to focus on dealing with that soon; never knowing when the next attack may come left him in a position of needing to be constantly aware.

He kept walking until he heard shrill voices in the woods, voices that were speaking in rapid French. He knew that these were the girls from Beauxbatons that he had encountered last time. Hopefully they would know where the Delacours were. If they didn't he could always leave Fleur with them as a last resort, though he was reluctant to leave her with anyone but her family with the state she was currently in.

"Excuse me," he intoned in clear French, "excuse me, but did you happen to see a family come through here or near here recently? I am looking for this girls parents."

"Wha-?...Who?...Is that Fleur? What happened to her?" One of the girls asked, obviously worried that something had happened to the girl she must have recognized from school.

"My name is Harry, but please, have you seen the Delacours?" Harry responded, now asking more specifically since this girl apparently knew, or at least knew of, Fleur.

"Mr. Potter! Mr. Potter. We only just arri-…Fleur?! Fleur?! What did you do to my little girl?!" Harry turned around rapidly as he heard Mr. Delacour approach form behind him, although when the man saw the condition of his daughter he flew into a bit of a rage and pulled his wand on Harry, his eyes swearing bloody retribution.

"Sir, I found her near a burned out tent, she was unconscious. It appears that she must have been knocked down by the crowd in the panic after the attack." Harry replied while quickly handing over Fleur to Mr. Delacour at the man's frantic prompting. Mr. Delacour neglected responding to Harry, instead walking off at a rapid clip with his daughter in hand back into the forest. Hushed voices were heard in hurried conversation before two distinct cracks! Of apparition were heard from what Harry could only assume was the Delacours taking their daughters to a safer location.

Harry turned back to the girls, and after a short conversation, it was decided that they would all go to one of the girls house for the night. It seemed a reasonable enough solution and it meant that Harry could get back to his friends sooner. No doubt they would be worried about where he had ghosted off to amidst screams and fire. But first, he was going to find a nice tree to lean against for a short break until his bones stopped creaking and his muscles ceased their burning.

A/N: Hey everyone! I am terribly sorry about the ridiculous wait on this chapter, but I was dealing with some personal stuff and lost my muse for a few weeks. So I decided to give you guys a double-length chapter to sorta beg my way out of the doghouse. Thanks for all of your reviews, favorites, and follows! Hope you enjoyed. 'Till next time.

A/N 2: Hey everyone! I wanted to first off apologize for the false update, I just needed to rewrite the ending for this chapter because I realized about a week after posting it that I had backed myself into a corner. I hope this new ending is satisfactory and I will be posting chapter six either tomorrow or Monday. Also, I apparently made the mistake of calling Sirius Harry's uncle before, which is a capital sin, obviously. I also wanted to thank all of you guys for reading and reviewing, you're great! But anyway, until next time!

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