Hi all, sorry for the delay. More about the status of this story in the A/N below.

Fleur couldn't help but in look disgust at the image before her. It was another boy with flowers, probably the 5th one this week. It was pathetic watching them beg for her attention. In the recent months she had begun to receive numerous gifts from the boys at Beauxbatons. It had been surprising at first, but she had later learned it was just a ruse to gain her favor.

It was particularly the upperclassmen that were most interested in her. They would boast their achievements and preen themselves around here. When that didn't work, they began showering her with gifts and words of adoration in hopes of catching her eye.

It was all just disgusting.

Where Fleur was irritated at first, she soon became apathetic. The repeated vying attempts for her attention soon became the norm. It was with a calm disgust that she regarded the male population of Beauxbatons.

She was had been studying in the library when one of the many boys had approached her. At first, she had tentatively made a request just to see if they would do it. She had been hungry at the time and felt like a snack. When the first boy had come back with her snack, she had been surprised but she tried her best to hide it.

As time went on, she always pushed the limit to see just how far they would go for her. Her reputation at the school was degrading further and further. The female population had practically labeled her as a cruel psychotic bitch, not that she cared though. The opinion of the sheep mattered little to the wolf.

She had one day mentioned in passing that her favorite color on a man, was pink. The male populace soon took to wearing little pink trinkets in their clothing. A pin here, a hat there, sometimes even a ribbon for the longer haired ones. It had been a great source of amusement for a few weeks.

But that was all it was, they provided little else besides amusement, and her amusement was slowly dwindling. Her favorite pastime as of late, had been watching boys get into physical altercations over her. She had made sure never to lead them on, but they continued to try anyways.

There wasn't much that made her happy lately. Her lessons with Maxine had continued as always but after China she had felt like she was missing something. She yearned for something she did not comprehend, and it left her dissatisfied. Was it the danger or was it the change of scenery? There was something she couldn't put her finger on, but it left her in a constant state of unease.

With the recent change in her physiology, came the change in her magic as well. Her lessons were expedited as spells soon came easier for her. Her magic was constantly saturating her body and spells at first were overpowered. She had already been part of the duelist circuit in France, but in the past at least some of the students at her school were a challenge. Now she found them lacking, it was no strain for her to work her way through the student populace.

Her favorite hobby lately had been decimating the 7th year boys in the dueling ring. It was intoxicating watching them walk away with wounded prides. They always licked their wounds before returning to challenge her, hoping for a different outcome.

She would always wear the same expression of distain on her face. It was cold and apathetic, but there was little else she could do to hide the disappointment she felt inside.

She was craving a real challenge, but there were unfortunately none to be found.

Harry was sure he was slowly going crazy for the second time this year. His body had finally acclimated to his new training regime. The results spoke for themselves as he could tell his body was becoming more developed. Puberty had come in full blast as he noticed both his height shoot up, and his muscle density increase. The increased hormones were giving him some odd mood swings, but he stayed busy enough that he barely noticed.

His early morning jogs around the lake were garnering more attention than ever before. It was at Moody's behest that he trained physically as well as magically. It was all in hopes that by putting his body in peak condition he would better be able to contain the potent wild magic. Sylphie would follow him around while he was exercising, he was getting the sense that seeing him exhausted and panting was a form of entertainment for the little sprite.

It was all for naught though, as he still felt burned out after each session. There had been practically no progress with Sylphie. The little sprite was more cautious than ever to lend him access to the untamed magic. The process, however, had been a great bonding experience for him and his new friend.

It was during one particularly straining session that he began hearing voices. He never understood what the phrases meant, but it had always sounded like singing to him.

"Cleanse this space, remove the past. I've found my happiness at long last. Fill this space with joy and love; send your blessings from above."

"Burn fire, burn bright, pure essence come to life. Let thy warmth give life."

It was always in short phrases, but the singing was heard throughout the castle. Anytime he would move towards one of the voices it would disappear. He hadn't told anyone about it yet, but he was sure he was going insane.

It was after one depressing unsuccessful training session he found himself walking towards the kitchen for a late-night snack. His recent growth had triggered a ravenous appetite he didn't know he possessed. Usually the house elves would just bring him food, but he felt a change of scenery would be beneficial.

"Water oh water, flow steady and free. Let thy waves wash over…"

There was that voice again, he was sure he had heard it before.

As he walked closer to the kitchen, he was sure he could hear the voices get louder. Tentatively, he tickled the portrait of the pear and the entrance opened. He was greeted with a symphony of sound.

He had been hearing the house elves the entire time.

He looked around in amazement as he watched the elves singing. Each one singing their own song and working on their own task. Some of the phrases were repeated, while he heard others he hadn't noticed before.

"Tweak?" Harry called out to one of the house elves.

There was pop before the little wide-eyed creature appeared before him.

"Master Harry? Yous need something?"

"I noticed all the elves here are singing, what are you singing about?" he asked carefully.

The little elf looked astonished. If possible, his eyes widened even further at the question. He grabbed his ears anxiously as he pulled them down to his sides.

"Yous hear it?" Tweak asked slowly, needing to confirm what he had just heard.

"Of course, all the elves are singing, it would be hard not to hear it," Harry replied offhandedly.

Tweak looked around anxiously, checking to see if any of the other house elves had overheard their conversation. He looked back to Harry before popping away. The unique sound of cracking was strangely loud even in the bustling environment.

That was weird.

Harry scowled; this was a very unusual response from a house elf. Usually they answered any request or question without hesitation, this was the first time one had just disappeared on him.

The next day, Moody had been particularly sadistic with his training methods, but Harry had his mind on other things. The mystery of the house elves had still been fresh on his thoughts. His usual five-kilometer run seemed to pass in a blink of an eye.

Moody was posted near the edge of the lake watching his workouts as usual. The older wizard knew there were wards surrounding Hogwarts, but paranoia had been his constant companion. He had told Harry he was watching him for his safety, but Harry was sure the man was just a sadist.

It didn't take too long for Moody to notice Harry had checked out mentally. Being distracted while performing physical activities was an easy recipe for an injury, Moody felt like he needed to speak up.

"If you're hurting for more of a squirting you should have just said something."

Harry's jaw dropped at the ridiculousness of the statement. Moody taking a long drink out of his canteen only added to his nonchalance.

"Hurting for a squirting?" Harry asked inquisitively.

"Never mind that, What's on your mind kid?" At times Moody would forget this was just a regular kid and not one of his Aurors. The last thing he wanted was Albus getting on his back for teaching his protégé a new word.

Harry was glad to have someone else to talk to about yesterday's events. He quickly retold the events of the previous day making sure to be as descriptive as possible. Moody nodded along understandingly as he seemed to listen carefully.

"So… what do you think?"

"I don't give a rat's ass about your failed late-night snack," Moody replied, while taking another swig.

Harry's jaw dropped. "Were you even listening? What about the part with the elves?"

"Yeah, I'm not here to listen to your troubles about how you're not getting enough attention from house elves. Aren't you already getting enough attention from everyone else?"

Harry just groaned; the man was completely missing the point.

Moody laughed at the boy's annoyance. "To be blunt, I haven't heard of anything like this happening before either. I'd take this up with Dumbledore when you get a chance."

He paused for a moment before adding on.

"Also go ahead and give me one hundred push-ups, add another fifty on for wasting twenty minutes of our time. You should have just told me afterwards."

"BUT YOU ASKED!"

"That didn't sound like push-ups, why don't you go ahead and take another ten."

"Fucking old grouch," Harry swore under his breath.

"ANOTHER FIFTY, I HEARD THAT!" Moody barked over his shoulder as he turned and laughed his way back towards his watch post.

Harry just dropped to the ground and began counting. The last thing he wanted to figure out was what 'squirting' meant.

Dumbledore had been as much of a dead end as Moody. His grandfather figure had been particularly busy with paperwork. The return of Grindelwald was no small matter and trying to coordinate between countries had been a nightmare.

Dumbledore had been just as puzzled as he had been, but he didn't have the time to ponder the matter further. Harry had even reached out to the other professors. It seemed that nobody had an answer for him. It looked to be like the matter would remain unsolved… or at least until Harry received one mysterious letter.

It was during breakfast while Harry was seated with Daphne, Tracey, and Blaise. The group was enjoying their breakfast in silence, when the morning owls swooped in. Mixed into the flurry of owls was a single falcon carrying a letter.

Owls were typically used to carry letters, but other birds had been enchanted as well. Falcons were used when messages needed to be delivered immediately. The falcons were able to traverse internationally within hours where owls would take days. The only downside to the falcons being, they were heavily regulated by ministries and usually costed an arm and a leg to use.

The call of the bird pierced through the grand hall as it zoomed towards Harry. Daphne was the most startled as she was right beside him when the bird landed in from of them.

"I'm guessing that's for you Potter?" Blaise commented as he examined the falcon. This one seemed larger than normal. From what falcon breeds he knew being used, it looked like this one was a Gyrfalcon. It was only interesting because these birds were mainly used in America, but the letter was sealed with a French wax symbol.

Daphne was the first to reach out for the letter only to receive a nasty nip for her troubles. It was clear the bird would only let Harry retrieve the letter. It looked like these falcons took their job quite seriously.

Harry hadn't been expecting any missives, or at least anything warranting a falcon of all things. His letters with Fleur were typically by owl, could this maybe be from Maxine? The wax seal wasn't any help as an identifier, Harry wasn't too well read up on families in France.

"Well, are you going to open it?" Daphne prodded. Tracey and Blaise were just as curious as she was, she just happened to be the most vocal about it.

"What if it's cursed?" Tracey asked.

Blaise made a noise of disbelief before explaining, "With how regulated falcons are, I doubt you'd be able to get a single spell onto the parchment. They won't even let you send items by falcon, they're only for messages."

Harry confirmed he couldn't feel any magic on the parchment. Seeing no reason to delay it any further, he cracked the wax seal and opened the rolled letter.

Harry,

I found out some interesting news about you from the grapevine. You'd be surprised at what you can learn by befriending a few house elves, people overlook them all too easily. At least that's usually the case, it seems you're the exception.

Come see me when the next opportunity arises, I'm sure we have much to discuss. In the meanwhile, I'll send befuddlement.

Best Wishes,

N.F.

Harry groaned after reading the letter, this didn't help at all. The letter literally explained nothing, but at least it looked like Nicholas knew a little bit about his situation. If anything, this was a start.

"Who do you know in France with the initials N.F.?" Daphne asked from over his shoulder.

"The better question is who sends befuddlement?! What does that even mean? Why do all old people speak in riddles?!" Harry complained, throwing his hands up in the air while walking off, completely ignoring Daphne's question.

Harry was idly turning the pages to a book he wasn't reading. His eyes were scanning the pages, but his mind was still pondering his earlier letter. Daphne had followed him out of the grand hall, and they were currently sitting together in the Slytherin commons. Harry was sitting upright on the couch while Daphne was reclined with her head against the armrest and her legs in Harry's lap.

They had been enjoying each other's presence for the past few hours. It was his mandatory break day as per prescribed by Moody with the insistence of Promfrey and the other professors.

Harry had been silent for the duration while Daphne took to humming to fill the void. They were both comfortable without talking, but after hours of reading Daphne was getting bored.

Putting her book face down on her chest, she stared at Harry for a while, trying to see if she could catch his attention. Harry was still blankly turning the pages to his book, all but oblivious to the world. She tried wiggling her toes in his lap to see if her would react. Daphne could tell his mind was definitely on autopilot when he just laid a hand on her legs to calm them before returning to the pages.

She tried clearing her throat next, the sound permeated through the room. It's a shame Harry missed that one too. Giving up, Daphne rolled her eyes before just calling out for his attention.

"Harry?"

"Hmmm?" he hummed back, tilting his head in her direction but making no move to look away from his book.

"Remember when you told me about how you became an Animagus?" asked Daphne slowly, reminding him of their past discussion.

"What about it?"

"How come you don't change into something other than a cat?"

Harry paused mid turn of the page. Why hadn't he changed into anything else yet? He was pretty sure it was possible, but not without a lot of effort. He would have to take the time to rediscover his previous process. The original process was hazy as it had been done nearly a decade ago.

His pause was all she needed, "You never thought of it, did you?" asked Daphne rhetorically.

"Of course, I've thought of it," replied Harry, attempting to save face. In all honesty though, he had just never considered it with everything else going on. He usually stayed busy with his schedule and other topics just seemed more interesting. He wasn't going to admit to her that she was right though.

"Then how come you only shift into a cat?"

Harry paused to think of an answer.

"What else would I shift into? I don't believe there's any animal I could become that would give me any benefit over being able to cast magic. It would be stupid to put myself at a disadvantage, plus It's not like you've ever seen me shift offensively."

Daphne paused; he was right. Claws could be replicated with cutting charms, there was the supersensory charm for enhanced senses and she honestly wouldn't be surprised if Harry already knew some sort of magical method for flight. Of course, she wasn't going to let him win so easily though, especially not after working so hard to catch his attention.

"To be fair though, I don't think I've ever seen you cast offensively," replied Daphne.

"You've seen me cast in class."

Daphne frowned, "That doesn't count, besides we're still on the topic of your Animagus form right now. Maybe you should try changing into a bird?"

Harry thought about it hard for a moment, but literally just a moment.

"Nah I'm good."

"Well why not?" Daphne replied in frustration.

"Birds are… stupid?" replied Harry lamely. He honestly couldn't think of a better excuse. It was all he could think of at the time.

Daphne laughed; Harry was usually the last to turn down any type of magical challenge. It was unbelievable to not see him show any interest in the subject, she didn't really believe him in any case. A random thought occurred, maybe he just needed some motivation? There might be an opportunity here.

"Well… what if I give you a reward?" she asked coyly, making sure to look away lest she catch his eyes.

This had suddenly caught Harry's attention. Rewards were nice, plus rewards were always fun. With everything going on lately, he could use a bit of fun.

"What… did you have in mind?" Harry asked slowly.

"Maybe we could say, if you're able to get the transformation in your first three tries… then I'll give you a kiss?" her tone inflected upwards at the end as she tried to finish the sentence without chickening out.

Harry returned her offer with a look of confusion.

"A kiss? Why would I want that?" he asked with a tilt of his head in confusion.

Her mouth dropped in horror at his response. She tried to speak, but there weren't any words that seemed to fit the situation. Without any sort of reply, Daphne immediately leapt off the couch and stomped away towards her dorm, not even deigning to answer his question. Her loud steps reverberated throughout the commons.

"Daphne?!" Harry called out from behind her, getting up from his seat. If he were a betting man, he would probably guess that Daphne was mad.

"FUCK OFF, POTTER!" she screamed over her shoulder, before flipping him the finger as she disappeared up the stairs.

She was maybe a little mad.

Harry was left in confusion on the emerald green couch. What had just happened? He didn't realize asking a simple question would leave her so upset.

He racked his brain trying to think of an answer, but nothing seemed to come to mind. Maybe it was a girl thing? This might be an issue to seek outside help on, maybe Blaise or Salazar? Dumbledore was pretty busy lately, although with how much time he's spent with Minerva he would probably be a good choice too. The headmaster would probably be a good choice to approach, not like he'd ever given him bad advice before. Harry made a mental note to ask the older professor about his most recent experience at a later time.

It was late in the evening though and Harry figured some sleep would do him good. He packed his books away by hand before returning to his own private room. The house elves were still giving him the silent treatment and while he was sure they would still put away his books for him, they wouldn't do it in his presence.

Harry's nightly rituals consisted of cleansing himself in the bathroom before changing into his bedtime clothes and slipping into some light meditation before falling asleep. The meditation was usually to settle his magic, with how responsive it was, he wouldn't want to cause any undue accidents.

With his confusion fresh on his mind, he neglected to calm his magic before sleeping that night. If he had remembered to center his magic, he might have noticed a budding connection with a source a few thousand of kilometers away…

As his eyes grew heavier, Harry sank into a deep sleep as Morpheus carried him away.

Harry could feel the bed under him, but this didn't feel right. He opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was he was in a bedroom. This wasn't the same bedroom he remembered falling asleep in though.

The room was decorated unlike anything he had ever seen before. The furniture was a glossy black; the bed fame, the tables, even the dressers were all the same color. The furniture wasn't the typical kind either, everything had swirls and carvings with almost a gothic tone.

Harry tried to get up to examine the room further but found he could only move his head. What he could see though, was an inordinate amount of red. The sheets underneath him were a silky light red, as well as the walls, although the floor made up of black tile. The whole scheme of the room seemed to be red and black.

Realizing he was only dressed in his boxers was also alarming, the fact he could only move his head was another cause for concern. He was even splayed out so that his arms and legs were spread apart. One of the things he noticed that caused him the most unease, however, was the presence of a black set of doors at the end of the bedframe. He felt no small amount of dread when he saw the handle turning.

As the twin ebony doors opened, in walked a figure. Harry could hear the blood pounding in his ears, and his blood was rushing to certain areas of his body at the sight. The figure was the epitome of everything feminine.

She was clad in a lacy black thong that seemed to hide nothing. Her breasts were held on display by her bra and the look was even complete with a matching set of garter belts. He couldn't see them, but he could hear a set of heels as well. He tried to get a closer look at her face, but it was obscured by the shadows. The only identifying feature was her long blonde hair.

Harry tried to speak, but the words wouldn't leave his mouth. He was helpless as the woman walked towards him. Her hips swayed left and right as she drew closer, the only sounds in the room were the staccato echoing of her heels on the floor.

No words were spoken as she reached the edge of the bed. Her fingers reaching out to touch his legs, lightly tracing his calves. He could feel himself heating up at the touch. Her fingers brushed back and forth, tracing little lines as they slowly slid higher.

As her hands traveled higher, she began crawling onto the bed. She was on her hands and knees as she situated herself between his legs. Her touch was now burning, leaving trails of supersensitive skin.

Harry had nothing to compare this to. Her touches were exploring undiscovered territory. He hated feeling of being helpless, unable to move but he reveled in her touch. He craved more while hating it at the same time. He gasped as her hands trailed over the outline in his boxers. Even though the thin cloth, her hands felt light and gentle. He wanted her, but all he was getting was frustration.

As she moved further up, her hands now tracing his lower abdomen and he groaned. She was now straddling his waist; her legs were on either side of him. He could feel the warmth from between her legs on his abdomen. The heat from her legs were pressing into his sides. He almost whimpered as her hands moved again. One found his neck while the other began tracing his lips. Her thumb pushed on his lower lip, as if asking for permission, permission he was in no position to give.

A hand reached for one of his, dragging it to herself. She placed one of his hands on her breast and despite not being able to move, Harry found his hand stuck as if magically. She was incredibly soft, even through the feeling of lace. She moaned loudly as he grasped at her chest.

Turning her attention back to his face, she began trailing a finger down his cheek as if pausing for thought. Thought turned to action as her face began to descend, still obscured by the shadows. He could feel her hair touch the sides of his face as her lips grew closer. With every inch he felt the heat around him grow stronger. Harry torn between the feeling of everything that was 'her' or the growing sweltering heat in the room.

Her lips were near inches from his. She grew closer, it grew hotter. His vision was filled with only her. His sight began to darken as everything else faded away, as her face grew closer.

He could feel her breath on his face, he could feel her skin on his. Nothing else mattered except for her, and her touch.

Everything was just… so damn… hot.

Harry awoke abruptly. The stinging feeling of ice-cold water over his head was a stark contrast from his previous dream. He sat up quickly scanning his surrounding and looking for the culprit.

"Are you awake, young master?" an older voice called out from beside his bed.

Harry looked around the room for the source of the voice but found none. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked even harder.

"Down here," the voice said, and to Harry's surprise he found a house elf. It was strange because most of the house elves had been avoiding him up until this point. It was stranger to see this house elf dressed most impeccably, at least by house elf standards.

"Who are you? What did you dump a bucket of water on me? What's going on?" Harry questioned the elf rapidly, still disoriented from his abrupt awakening.

"I am befuddlement, you were sweating and burning up, and Nicholas instructed me to speak to you on his behalf. All in that order."

"Wait, you're one of Nicholas' elves?"

"Elf, as in singular. Nicholas found me a long time ago and offered me a spot beside him. When he offered to extend my service, I could on accept happily. He and I have been together for many many years."

Harry nodded along at the explanation. If the Flamels could live forever, it only made sense they would have an immortal helper. House elves were long lived, but even they couldn't live forever.

"So why are you here?" Harry asked curiously. Nicholas had mentioned sending Befuddlement, things was starting to come together. At the very least, the part where he mentioned sending Befuddlement made sense.

Instead of answering the question, Befuddlement asked his own. "Could you tell me what happened a few days ago in the Hogwarts kitchens?"

Seeing no reason to deny him, Harry agreed. As Harry retold the events, Befuddlement just nodded along. At parts, he tapped his chin as if to think on the issue further. As Harry drew closer to the end of the story, Befuddlement had a grave expression on his face.

"Young master, have you…" he trailed off, unsure of whether to continue. "-been in contact with wild magic lately?" he asked after a few moments.

Harry was surprised he hadn't connected the dots earlier; he had been completely saturating himself with wild magic while training with Sylphie. It was almost a wonder he hadn't considered the possible side effects. Dumbledore had been one of the first to warn him after all.

"I have a wood sprite as a familiar, I've been working together with her on some new spells. Would that count?"

"Young master has been touched." The elf stated solemnly. "Wild magic is not meant for humans. House elves are taught this from a young age. House elf magic is just wild magic toned down, we use it in small bursts due to our connection with humans. Although, wild magic far outstrips the possibilities wizard magic contains."

Harry thought to his attempts with Sylphie, so far it had only seemed to increase the effect of his spells. He hadn't experienced anything out of the ordinary yet.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Young master is probably wondering why the other elves are ignoring him?" Befuddlement asked.

"That would be really helpful to know." Harry said, frowning a bit at the thought. He had never mistreated any of the elves and being ignored kind of stung if he was being honest with himself.

Befuddlement gave a small smile at his expression. "It's not your fault, it's simply the way we were taught. House elves were not always bound to witches and wizards, there was a time when we were free. One of the first wild magic users had befriended an elf, although not like the ones you know today. He tricked the elf into speaking its true name and he bound the elf and his bloodline to servitude for eternity."

Harry gasped in shock; the information sounded absolutely horrific. He knew from his lessons and experience with Sylphie the importance of true names, but he never considered eternal enslavement as a possibility.

"So, all the house elves are…"

"Yes, we're all descended from the same original elf. There is no way to free us, so fret not. We have all come to terms with our reality. Despite that, all house elves are taught to avoid wild magic users. They're too dangerous and to help them further might wrought another abominable act."

"Then why are you here talking to me?" Harry asked in confusion.

"I've only come here on behalf of Nicholas' request. He has rarely been wrong in the past and he seems to believe you will be responsible with the burden."

"Burden?"

"Wild magic is called that for a reason. Despite what you may think, it will take its toll on you whether it be now, or later. Everything has a price."

"Are you here to teach me how to use it?" Harry asked cautiously. The elf's warning was suddenly all he could think of. He was usually the type to rush into things headfirst, but this seemed to be a bit more serious.

"No," Befuddlement said harshly. "I'm only here to explain things on Nicholas' behalf. I will not betray my race any further by teaching you. I'll speak to the other elves on your behalf, but practice no more. There are many dangers and you should seek Nicholas out before continuing on."

Harry agreed, not wanting to displease the elf in front of him. If Nicholas was willing to help him, he would go to him as soon as he could. The concept of wild magic was still holding his interests, but he would rather have some insight than attempt it blindly. Nicholas was probably one of the only wizards that knew much on the subject.

Befuddlement turned from Harry, ready to pop out of Hogwarts. It seemed their discussion was at an end, and the elf was ready to depart.

"Wait," Harry called out.

The elf turned back around, turning his attention to Harry.

"Does the young master need something else?"

Harry pointed to his still damp hair and soaking wet sheets.

"Could you dry me off first before you leave?"

Fleur awoke from her slumber, her eyes opened as the sun peered through her curtains. She stretched her arms high above her head as she sat up. Pulling the sheets away, she stepped into her slippers as she moved to the bathroom.

She slowly moved through her morning routine as she brushed her teeth before stepping into the shower. Piping hot water cascaded from the nozzle as she washed herself. She took extra care to lather her whole body as well as her hair before rinsing off. She would always take a few extra minutes after washing to enjoy the heat from the water, her eyes closed as if in silent meditation.

After her shower she dried her hair with a quick spell before walking over to her vanity mirror. She was still nude from the shower, she preferred to air dry. Picking up her favorite brush she freed her hair of its tangles. Her billowing soft blonde hair practically crooned at the attention.

Fleur was never one for makeup, her genetics were more than enough to take care of that. Taking one last look at the mirror, she deemed herself acceptable before moving to her dresser. Her Beauxbatons outfit was cleaned and pressed as it was every morning. The house elves took care of it every night before hanging it up.

Fully dressed, Fleur looked at herself in her mirror before departing her room. The last glance was un-needed, but it was always part of her morning routine. She was always late to rise and usually showed up at the dining halls for breakfast after her peers. It didn't make sense to rush when people would always clear room for her.

This particular morning, Fleur was humming a soft melody as she traversed the halls of Beauxbatons. It was hard for anyone to ruin her mood. The only change was people were staring at her more than normal. Replacing the usual apathetic expression was a bright and cheery smile, the corners of her mouth seemed to be stuck upwards. The smile plastered on her face that morning was completely out of the ordinary. To Fleur though, it was hard not to smile.

Not after having such a great dream.

A/N: Hi everyone, once again sorry this chapter took so long. With the coronavirus and everything, things have been hectic. There have been some major life changes for me regarding my career and personal relationships so the chapters will be updated in a more sporadic manner. I don't want to say this story will be on Hiatus for a bit, but it will be at least another month or two before the next chapter gets written.

Thanks again to everyone's who's stuck around this long and sorry to all the readers that have just found this story.

See you guys again soon.

-The Purple Critic