I do not own Harry Potter and AvP, this is a fan fiction.

Harry was not happy, not happy at all. He was called to the headmistress's office and he didn't like two things, first, he was unaware of how Fleur was, he simply didn't trust the oomans and that was not going to change anytime soon. The second thing is he was thinking that this was yet another complaint about how he began to tutor Fleur and some of her fellow classmates.

The idea of ending this particular problem did cross his mind, he could easily take Fleur and her family aboard on his own ship and when they were all saved in orbit, he could easily bombard the place called Magical Britain and a few neighboring countries. With his ship, he could pretty much clean all of Europe of ooman life and it wouldn't bother him one bit.

The thing that stopped him was that it would make Fleur unhappy, and the Elder of his clan would not want the existence of their kind exposed to their favorite prey. 'One short trip and I could be back on my home planet, and I would never have to see this filthy planet again.'

Madame Maxine came into the office and looked at Harry who was quite obviously angry. "Before you say anything, I would like to thank you for what you have been doing for some of my students, several teachers have expressed their relief as their students would actually be able to finish the year materials. The reason I called you here is because I am sorry to say I have failed."

He looked at her, failure was not something a predator would utter so openly or casually. "Failed how? How will this affect my mate?" He just kept tapping on his right thigh as he waited for her to tell him.

"I failed in preventing the other schools from accepting the revival of an ancient and much dread tournament, three schools had agreed in the past to participate in the tournament, they were the premier magic schools of England, France, and Bulgaria. I didn't want my school to participate but the law in the contract pretty much forced my hand."

Harry began to glare at her, "I am sorry to say that your mate will be one of the students that must be entered as a possible participant in the Tournament, what makes matters worse it will be held in England, I am sure you remember how they dislike if not outright hate those of mixed blood."

Harry began to nod his head, "Yes, I am quite aware of the ooman discriminatory nature. I wish I could just take my mate and leave this wretched planet. My kind consider it a jewel, an absolute treasure, a holy land that must be protected, and we do protect it in ways you can't possibly imagine, but that doesn't mean I don't hate it."

She sat down on her chair and looked at him with a look of confusion on her face, "Harry why do you say ooman instead of a human, don't you consider yourself to be human? Last but not least why do you hate this world? You were born on this planet, I would think you would have some sense of love for the world where you were born."

Harry simply relaxed in his own chair and looked at her, "The concept of discrimination has been long abandoned by my people, we just each other by our actions not by the color of our skin, or the purity of our blood. My kind has a name but you simply can't pronounce it, I am a proud member of my clan, and I may have been born on this planet, but the planet of my clan is my only home world."

"I miss it terribly, the lush jungles, the vast deserts, the crisp morning air, the plentiful chances to hunt. It is a world of such beauty and joy that this world is nothing like it. The elements are present, we can commune with them anytime we wish. Ooman is the term we use to describe the species on this world, it is technically the same as a human. If I must be honest I love my home world, if I did not have Fleur, I would leave this planet in less than a second and never return."

Maxine looked at him and saw that indeed there were small tears visible on his face. "But why don't you consider yourself human?" He simply told her that he didn't consider himself human because in his mind he wasn't.

"So Harry what do you plan to do during this tournament?" He looked at him with such a cold stare that she didn't utter another word. He told her simply he would protect her, and kill those that threatened her. Rules of the tournament are damn he would keep his mate safe.

He walked out of the office and for a second he tried that calming exercise that his mother taught him. He tried to let go off all his rage, all his anger, all his fear, and with each breath, he tried to calm down. The last thing Harry wanted was to make Fleur know something was wrong by the way he was behaving.

It took him a long time to do it, but he managed to do it by the time he reached the dining hall. He sat down and began to drink a glass of pumpkin juice, somehow the glass was being refilled as he drank it. He just kept drinking and thinking about what he could do to protect her.

Training her like a mystic would take years, and he simply didn't have everything necessary to do it. He could teach her the basics but then she would actually think that she was ready for anything, the overconfidence of a new student often lead them to make mistakes and sometimes those mistakes would be fatal if not for the experience of the one training him.

He could go the stealth route, but the idea that she was alone, would also create the illusion that she was available, and let's face it, he didn't like the idea of some idiot trying to flirt with her. If Harry was honest with himself he would probably end up killing the idiot, skinning him and leaving the headless, skinned corpse as a warning to others that might think to flirt with Fleur was a good idea.

He could do as he had intended and protect her, be there for her, and support her even if he had to do some without her realizing it. Fleur was proud, which means if she entered the tournament she would definitely do not want the aid of other people, she would want to show the world that she was strong enough to stand on her own two feet.

As he finished his last cup of juice he looked at the cup and said thank you. I would be almost funny if people actually saw the cup appear like it was responding with your welcome written on the surface of the same cup he finished drinking from.

He always used to drink something when he was upset, it just happens that pumpkin juice is the only equivalent to what he used to drink when he was home with his mother. Fleur came and sat down right next to him, but not without drying his tears. "Something the matter darling? Did the headmistress say something that made you sad?"

Harry looked at Fleur and smiled, "She said something that made me angry enough to cry, we are going to be forced to go to Magical England. You are going to be told to put your name up to be a possible participant in the most horrible tournament you have ever heard of, that's right Fleur, your school is going there for the Tri-Wizard Tournament."

"No man enjoys having to hear that his beloved will intentionally have to suffer like that. That is most certain for one of my kind. I am liable to kill the fool that puts you in that school's clinic."

Fleur began to touch his shoulder and smiled, "You forget my love, I may put my name in the Goblet, but I could very well not be chosen. You know from the books you read, that the one to select who participates is an ancient magical artifact called the Goblet of Fire. So relax, with the way that nation is against anything that is not entirely human, the Goblet is probably the same."

Harry didn't exactly feel better after he heard that, "All I know is that if anyone or anything tries to kill you, they will not live to succeed. You have no idea how much I wish I could just take you to my ship, leave this planet, and show you what a beautiful place my home world is, and what a wonderful life we could live there."

Fleur looked at him and gave him a kiss on his cheek, "You really miss that world don't you? What makes that place better than my world? You told me you lived as hunters and you risk your lives hunting horrible monsters. What makes that world better than mine?"

Harry looked at her and smiled, "I was adopted, I am not entirely a Predator, I became that through an adoption, even so, even if my blood is not 100% pure, I was never discriminated because of it. My clan and my people accept me just like anyone else, we are not judged by the purity of our blood or the color of our skin, our actions are what determine who we are, and how we are treated."

"I wish you could meet my clan, if you could see the love and loyalty there is between each and every member of my clan, you would see why I don't like this word. To me the rampant discrimination, the illogical hatred of someone for looking or appearing to be different is savage. My world is a world of hunters and that is true, but we are civil."

Harry pulled her on her arm and she came crashing into him, she ended up sitting on his lap. He placed her head near him and he hugged her. "I will remain in this world, not because I want to, I love you Fleur, I love you so much that I am willing to stay on this savage world just because it will make you happy."

She began leaning closer and she began taking deep breaths, "It's there any videos of your home world on that device you wear on your wrist? Maybe you can show me your world that way." He simply laughed and told her it simply would not do his home world justice.

"Then while we wait for me to have to enter my name in that Goblet, why don't you tell me some stories about you growing up. I might need them from when our daughters ask me how was their father was during his childhood."

Harry couldn't help laughing, "They will be far too busy learning what they need to know to bother with stories about my childhood, and if anything I fear that my mother will end up telling them those stories even if they don't ask."

Harry knew full well that this brief time of peace was if anything just a pause, a brief time to let combatants catch their breath and let each side think that the other is slowly dropping their guard due to the false sense of security.

In the following weeks, the teachers and students finally came to understand that Fleur was both married and very happy with her husband. Good thing too because in one cloudy morning the sound of large wings flapping and something massive hitting the ground woke them all up.

It was a massive carriage being pulled by two massive winged horses, Harry for a second thought that he had hit the proverbial jackpot. He jumped out of the window only to be caught in the arms of Madame Maxine. "Harry I know that you love to hunt, but these Pegasus are school property, you can't kill them, they are an endangered species and we actually need them."

Harry looked downright disappointed as he was slowly lowered on the ground. 'Darn it, at least one of those would have been a wonderful trophy. I hope that some stupid ooman tries to do something, maybe then I can get at least a decent trophy."

"Did my mate jump out of our place yet? I know how much he is practically itching to hunt something. Honestly, Harry, you will have plenty of chances when we reach England, I imagine the political enemies of my father or the nonhuman hating people of that country will try to kill me, so cheer up my love, you will get a few good trophies."

Harry looked at her and saw that she was already packed, so did many of the students. They all began to board the massive carriage. "By the goddess, I hope so, I am beginning to think my Clan is spreading stories on how lazy of a hunter I become."

As they got into their assigned rooms she looked at him and smiled, "Don't worry love, no matter what anyone says I will always love you." Harry was actually feeling better after she told him that, I guess it really is universal, men liked to hear that from their wives, or at the very least Harry was happy to hear it.

The trip was surprisingly smooth considering that the cart was being pulled by two flying horses, then again said flying horses made most elephants look small. The part that he didn't like is that the entire flight took about an hour, Harry was not looking forward to being in Hogwarts castle. He still remembered the fact that the people in charge of the Ministry of Magic in that island were shall we say very picky on who they decide to treat politely.

Meaning he remembered that since he was not entirely human, to the people of that Ministry he was more of a monster than a person, something he didn't like for two reasons, one his own wife was part Veela, and even though most Veela are considered by most human males to be some of the most beautiful women in the world, that didn't mean they actually accept them politically or socially.

Harry could never get over the obvious contradiction, most of the men there would consider themselves lucky if a full blooded Veela even notices them, and even more so if she actually sleeps with one of them, but consider them people, well Harry didn't think their primitive minds could actually stretch to reach that point.

As the carriage began to shudder and the sound of it hitting something hard, pretty much told everyone on board the Carriage had actually landed. With a few buttons pushed on his wrist terminal, his optical camouflage turned on. Fleur, of course, knew where he was and was quite happy to have him walk near her.

The idea was to look at the welcoming party in stealth, and if anyone of them attacked Fleur he could catch the idiotic assassins off guard. The second he got off the carriage he saw a large ship in the middle of the lake, this must be the other school that was going to participate in the tournament. Dumbledore was dressed to impress it seems, and he was smiling with quite a few students as part of the welcoming party.

Just as they walked near the entrance, he heard Fleur ask him to stop his stealth, that she would feel safer if he could actually see him hold her arm. From the looks some of the students in the welcoming party were giving Fleur he realized that he better make sure the idiotic ooman know not to mess with her.

He came out of hiding, only thing is that he came out wearing not what they would call normal clothing, he stood near her wearing his usual armor. It took him a second to touch his terminal to change his clothes into something less frightening, but it was a little too late, the first years would never forget the feeling of fear they began to feel the second they looked at Harry.

"Ah, Madame Maxine welcome, welcome, come inside, you will find it much more comfortable inside. We have a welcome feast, drinks, and pleasant atmosphere I can assure you." Harry knew better than to trust that what was said was true. One of the things his own mother made sure he understood was that in a place that is supposed to be peaceful, safe and pleasant it is easier for something nasty to happen, she made certain that he never drop his guard, constant vigilance was one of the key strategies of a successful hunter.

As they walked in he saw the enchanted ceiling, the flying ghosts, the candles that seemed to float in the air, four large tables each with a banner flying over them. "Welcome to our returning students, and I would like to tell you that this is a very special year, this year we are the hosts of the Triwizard Tournament. Our two visiting schools shall live and study with us for this year, and some will even participate in the tournament."

"The Drumstrang students and visiting faculty shall live in the Slytherin House, and Beauxbatons students and faculty shall like in the Ravenclaw house. If the visiting students will be as kind as to seat with their respective seats, Slytherin is the one with the green banner with the snake, and Ravenclaw is the one with the raven."

They all went to their supposedly assigned seats and the long table seems to grow to accommodate them. As Harry sat down he noticed something that was not to his liking, he saw a teacher glaring at him, the only time he ever saw that much hate in a glare was when he called a xenomorph fat, Harry actually said that it was a wonder the Xenomorphs could find enough food to feed the old fatso that they had as queen.

Suffice to say the xenomorph queen was furious, then again a furious enemy was easier for Harry to hunt. Who was this black haired man that kept glaring at him, almost like he was trying to kill him with his eyesight? He would say that it was a rather impressive display but in truth, he had seen much much worse.