A/N: Hey all this is Stephi, the author of this fanfic. I've tried a few fanfics before and none of them really kicked off, so im hoping this one just might. The story's main character is Fleur Delacour , it shows the world through her eyes. I hope you readers will note im putting her into a more sensitive light then J.K Rowling did in her books. *Note that im not insulting J.K Rowling, in fact I quite like the way she portrayed Fleur, Im just developing her more than J.K ever did.* I hope you readers, will like the way I portray her, for I think we will be able to relate with her in some things she has opinions on.
Disclaimer: Im not claiming ownership over any of the characters in this fanfic, all characters belong to J.K Rowling and her wonderful Harry Potter Series.
Panting, the girl ran as fast as she could, she had to win. She MUST not lose! For the honor of her school's sake, for her own sake! The girl reached a fork and chose the left path. The ground before her changed, no longer was it sleek and smooth grass, it became a rocky dirty barren hill. In comparison the dark green hedges boarding looked severely out of place. The blond lost her footing and slipped on a few loose stones, dropping her wand, she tried to brace herself but failed. Down the girl fell, tumbling backwards, into the huge green enclosure. She cursed at her clumsiness. Her knee was covered in her own thick red blood. She shut her eyes and tried to ignore the stinging it caused. I must not tally! She thought. She slowly got up and walked to where her wand lay. She could fix her torn knee and still win! The sound of rustling of leaves brought the girls' attention towards the hedge across from her. Something was stirring in there. Could it be a creature of some sort? She frowned. A brown rod like object emerged. She stared. It was a wand! Could it belong to one of the other champions? "Stupefy!" A deep male voice said, that could certainly not belong to a students. A flash of blinding red light erupted out of the wand. She opened her mouth in horror.
The girl, or young lady really, sat straight up in her bed, drenched in sweat so that her nightgown was stuck to her slim body. A hand clamped over her mouth. The dream, the nightmare, wasn't even the correct description for the pictures that recurred in her sleep, night after night. For those images had happened, only a month ago at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The trip to Scotland was in all do rights, supposed to be a place of action. How could in not be? After all the first Triwizard tournament was to be played in over a century at Hogwarts between the three biggest schools of Europe; Durmstrang, Hogwarts, and of course Beauxbatons, her school, or more recently her former school. Each school would have a champion that would compete against each other. The champions were picked from an impartial judge, the Goblet of Fire. The famous Quidditch player from Bulgaria, Viktor Krum was of course the champion from Durmstrang. From Beauxbatons, she Fleur Delacour was chosen, much to her surprise. And from Hogwarts two champions were chosen. Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter. By all means Cedric Diggory was the true champion. There had been an age line drawn around the goblet so that no person under 17 could put his or her name in. The goblet had been rigged. And poor Harry who never had even wanted to be in the competition was thrown into it and despite his young age of 14 he had won! It was not a happy victory though, the other Hogwarts champion Cedric had died in the third task, he was murdered by Lord Voldemort. Fleur shuddered and drew her cream lace sheets around her chin, her sapphire eyes lost in thought. She stayed like that for several minutes before deciding that since she was up she might as well get some breakfast.
Quickly she shook out of her covers and sat down in her chair in front of her vanity table. The table itself was made in oak and around the edges lay intricate wood carvings of roses and vines. Rising from the table was an oval mirror also set in oak and with the same embroidery. The chair too, was made of oak with a straight back and a light pink pastel color fine silk cushion. Fleur reached out and took hold of her grandmother's brush with a slim pale hand. The brush glinted against the sun that was peeking in through the windows. The brush itself, was made of fine silver with peaches and pears in bundles tied in pretty ribbons that actually swayed in the wind, decorating it. The brush went silkily through her light blond hair that shined like the moon. Many ladies her age would spend hours (Minutes for Fleur) in front of a bathroom mirror trying to make their hair as beautiful as Fleur's own. But even if they managed to copy her exact hairstyle, (which of course would look absolutely beautiful on any woman) it would never look quite as beautiful next to Fleur's set of golden locks. Setting the brush down, Fleur next went to her powder box. She didn't use the powder to cover up any facial flaw, for she had none, it was more to make her skin more silky and soft (Then it already was), to give it that extra luminous glow. Once finished, Fleur pushed back her chair so that she could see her face more clearly. Her skin was perfectly pale, with dark sapphire blue eyes, and naturally dark ruby red lips. She had well defined cheekbones and a pert little nose. A blond crown of hair lined her face. In a man's eyes she was the most perfect woman in the world and yet for being absolutely beautiful, which should make a person happy, it almost made Fleur sad. The only thing missing from her perfect beauty now was a proper outfit. She quickly donned some dark blue robes that had a blue sash at the waist and some dark blue slippers and went down to breakfast.
A/N: Please review!!!
Disclaimer: Im not claiming ownership over any of the characters in this fanfic, all characters belong to J.K Rowling and her wonderful Harry Potter Series.
Panting, the girl ran as fast as she could, she had to win. She MUST not lose! For the honor of her school's sake, for her own sake! The girl reached a fork and chose the left path. The ground before her changed, no longer was it sleek and smooth grass, it became a rocky dirty barren hill. In comparison the dark green hedges boarding looked severely out of place. The blond lost her footing and slipped on a few loose stones, dropping her wand, she tried to brace herself but failed. Down the girl fell, tumbling backwards, into the huge green enclosure. She cursed at her clumsiness. Her knee was covered in her own thick red blood. She shut her eyes and tried to ignore the stinging it caused. I must not tally! She thought. She slowly got up and walked to where her wand lay. She could fix her torn knee and still win! The sound of rustling of leaves brought the girls' attention towards the hedge across from her. Something was stirring in there. Could it be a creature of some sort? She frowned. A brown rod like object emerged. She stared. It was a wand! Could it belong to one of the other champions? "Stupefy!" A deep male voice said, that could certainly not belong to a students. A flash of blinding red light erupted out of the wand. She opened her mouth in horror.
The girl, or young lady really, sat straight up in her bed, drenched in sweat so that her nightgown was stuck to her slim body. A hand clamped over her mouth. The dream, the nightmare, wasn't even the correct description for the pictures that recurred in her sleep, night after night. For those images had happened, only a month ago at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The trip to Scotland was in all do rights, supposed to be a place of action. How could in not be? After all the first Triwizard tournament was to be played in over a century at Hogwarts between the three biggest schools of Europe; Durmstrang, Hogwarts, and of course Beauxbatons, her school, or more recently her former school. Each school would have a champion that would compete against each other. The champions were picked from an impartial judge, the Goblet of Fire. The famous Quidditch player from Bulgaria, Viktor Krum was of course the champion from Durmstrang. From Beauxbatons, she Fleur Delacour was chosen, much to her surprise. And from Hogwarts two champions were chosen. Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter. By all means Cedric Diggory was the true champion. There had been an age line drawn around the goblet so that no person under 17 could put his or her name in. The goblet had been rigged. And poor Harry who never had even wanted to be in the competition was thrown into it and despite his young age of 14 he had won! It was not a happy victory though, the other Hogwarts champion Cedric had died in the third task, he was murdered by Lord Voldemort. Fleur shuddered and drew her cream lace sheets around her chin, her sapphire eyes lost in thought. She stayed like that for several minutes before deciding that since she was up she might as well get some breakfast.
Quickly she shook out of her covers and sat down in her chair in front of her vanity table. The table itself was made in oak and around the edges lay intricate wood carvings of roses and vines. Rising from the table was an oval mirror also set in oak and with the same embroidery. The chair too, was made of oak with a straight back and a light pink pastel color fine silk cushion. Fleur reached out and took hold of her grandmother's brush with a slim pale hand. The brush glinted against the sun that was peeking in through the windows. The brush itself, was made of fine silver with peaches and pears in bundles tied in pretty ribbons that actually swayed in the wind, decorating it. The brush went silkily through her light blond hair that shined like the moon. Many ladies her age would spend hours (Minutes for Fleur) in front of a bathroom mirror trying to make their hair as beautiful as Fleur's own. But even if they managed to copy her exact hairstyle, (which of course would look absolutely beautiful on any woman) it would never look quite as beautiful next to Fleur's set of golden locks. Setting the brush down, Fleur next went to her powder box. She didn't use the powder to cover up any facial flaw, for she had none, it was more to make her skin more silky and soft (Then it already was), to give it that extra luminous glow. Once finished, Fleur pushed back her chair so that she could see her face more clearly. Her skin was perfectly pale, with dark sapphire blue eyes, and naturally dark ruby red lips. She had well defined cheekbones and a pert little nose. A blond crown of hair lined her face. In a man's eyes she was the most perfect woman in the world and yet for being absolutely beautiful, which should make a person happy, it almost made Fleur sad. The only thing missing from her perfect beauty now was a proper outfit. She quickly donned some dark blue robes that had a blue sash at the waist and some dark blue slippers and went down to breakfast.
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