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Harry's Inner Dragon

By: Mister Scarlet (formerly: TheGlassKatana)

Chapter 6 - Forward

Sebastian Delacour was a weapon. An older weapon, but a weapon just the same. Tempered in the French Department of Magical Law Enforcement during their French Wizard Rights War of 1976.

It had been a small revolution, the rebels had originally only wanted the right to coexist among the Muggles. And to leave the French Wizard Precincts which had been created at the end of WWII. The Precincts purpose being to effectively cut off Wizards' ability to manipulate Muggle populations with magic.

The reason for this was due to Hitler who, in unison with Grindelwald, had been one of the darkest Mind Mages to date, second only after England's own Voldemort, and as such, French Legislators had decided that allowing Wizards and Muggles to coexist was dangerous for all involved.

So what had only started out as protests and political movements by activists for the end of the seclusion of French Wizards, had somehow escalated into a full on rebellion, complete with corrupt and violent leaders and extremists on both sides, dealing out death with wands like there was no tomorrow.

'But that's how just about every war starts isn't it.' The slightly grizzled man thought to himself while he was stationed outside of the French Minister's quarters in the large magical tent that housed the entire French Contingent.

Sebastian hadn't been a rookie at that time, but he may as well have been for how prepared he had been to fight in a war. The French DMLE had stayed out of the whole Voldemort scandal in England, so when war broke out in his homeland he had been ill prepared.

But necessity was a cruel taskmaster, and he had been forced to toughen up and be the best he could be or suffer an early death, and with a new wife and his first child on the way he was not about to let that happen. So he had turned himself into a weapon. He had dedicated months, with the aid of a time turner, and under heavy Ministry supervision, training himself to be a killer so he could be strong enough to protect his loved ones.

'It was worth it in the end. They're safe, and we're all here.' He concluded his reminiscing with the consoling thought. He always found himself looking back to his past during boring watches like this, but thinking of war somehow led his thoughts along a different path this night. 'Harry Potter.' The DMLE head couldn't help but think about the skills or powers that he had witnessed earlier. Nor the fact that those powers had been used to keep him immobile in his chair. 'The willpower and training needed in order to use wandless magic is immense, just what kind of training is Dumbledore putting this child through.'

No, that was wrong. Harry Potter was no child in that moment, he had been something else entirely. He allowed himself to wonder for a few moments more, the gentle sway of the tent fabric going unnoticed as he stared at nothing.

The huge magically expanded tent was stationed in a much more secure part of the expansive camp. This part of the campsite, commonly known as the 'Cradle' amongst the more crass of the magical population, was set aside every four years, at every World Cup so that all of the Ministers would be stationed in a single place and therefore be easier to defend.

It was here that all of the world's best warders, arithmancers, and runemasters, would come to test their mettle in the construction of the extremely complicated multi-layer arrays of protections that safeguarded all of the Minister's tents.

Supposedly the area was supposed to be more secure than a Gringotts vault. But Sebastian was hardly a man to leave things to chance, and as the head of security for the best Minister the French had seen in years he felt he had a responsibility to maintain watch.

It only justified his feelings of unease when an alarm spell blared to life just outside the main entrance.

He was on his feet in a flash, the chair he had been occupying wobbling unsteadily as he strode outside with purpose. His thoughts on one Boy-Who-Lived could wait.

Steely eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness outside and were drawn to the glowing blue border of the Cradle. Flashing in midair above the blue line was a large translucent map of the entire campground. The map showed the sprawling camp divided into a five by five grid system, leaving twenty-five quadrants. The Cradle was located in the center square, outlined in a pulsing blue which faded and flashed in time with the ward lines that the head Auror was standing beside.

What was worrying was that three quadrants in the northwest corner of the map were red in color as opposed to the normal green that they were supposed to be. He pulled his eyes away from the map and looked towards the northwest horizon. He could barely make out the dull red and yellowish hue of a fire lighting up the skyline.

"What does it mean?" Sebastian turned around to realize that almost every Auror in the camp was crowded around in a large group behind him. Most of them looking confused but he noticed a few who seemed to be looking rather grim. 'At least some of them read the manual.' He thought to himself before answering the anonymous question.

"It means that things have gotten out of hand. Best case scenario is we have a riot on our hands after too much partying. Worst case, we're under attack

Sebastian came to rest directly in front of the map, studying it closely. They had to move quickly. Things would get out of hand fast.

"Form up!" He barked commandingly. The Aurors, respecting the tone of seriousness, all fell into their assigned squads without question. "Squad 1, you are to stay and man the Cradle's defenses. Squad 2, you approach the situation from the south. Squad 3, you're with me going in from the east. Squad 4 is running crowd control, evacuate the nearby campsites and watch for stragglers. We are dealing with an unidentified situation so be ready for anything. Let's move!"

Within seconds every Auror had either taken up their position or Apparated out. Not wanting to be left behind Sebastian twisted on his heel and with a whip-like crack was gone.

Sebastian appeared without a sound, a skill that took him years to master. His squad was in breach formation behind him, wands all at the ready.

There were sounds of fighting coming from the south and he knew that Squad 2 had already begun their breach. He made a quick signal to move forward toward where the heaviest fighting would most likely be.

As they began inching closer Sebastian realized that the eastern front was being unguarded. 'If they can't defend all of their borders this seems like they don't have enough personnel. If that's the case we should be able to move faster.' He gave the signal and his team broke into a trot.

They moved past another line of tents. He almost choked on his own spit when he saw what was happening. Harry Potter, the boy who had recently just made national headlines, was sprinting towards a man who was flinging curses at a frantic pace. He heard the sharp intake of surprise from behind him when Harry blocked all the spellfire with levitating stone.

Ignoring the main event for just a fraction of a second, Sebastian let his expert eyes take in the scene. Eleven more masked men in cloaks were moving into a circular position around Harry and his attacker. The situation was indeed getting out of hand, if he didn't do something fast the boy would be trapped and overwhelmed.

Sebastian moved without hesitation. Two hand signals went up from his off hand. One for 'Disperse' and one for 'Target'. He was proud of his men for understanding his intent as they all immediately broke up and took aim at the eleven circled men.

These men were very green. The last time military war tactics and signals had been used was close to thirteen years ago now. And for a bunch of Aurors who were all fresh out of the Academy and had never seen live combat nor worked together before they were doing a damn fine job.

Harry was on the ground now, and even he had a hard time not breaking out into guffaws of laughter at the punch to the groin. The eleven men surrounding the scene seemed to be frozen in shock. As it was, one of his own men seemed not able to handle himself and audible laughter echoed through the now silent clearing.

So much for being proud.

The man who had been punched in the family jewels was aiming at the young man now. Harry seemed like he had lost whatever confidence he had and was now scrambling to get away.

The laughter from earlier had drawn the attention of several of the Death Eaters and Sebastian couldn't afford to wait any longer now that they had been made.

"Attaque!" He shouted not realizing the switch to French. His men got the hint anyway and spells erupted from both sides.

Sebastian was more focused on Harry. If the Boy-Who-Lived died when he could have done something he didn't even want to imagine what the English Ministry would do to him or his family. It helped that he was the kind of person who wouldn't let anyone come to harm if he could stop it.

The Killing Curse raced towards Harry and with reaction times born from the last war Sebastian transfigured one of the leftover stones Harry had used into a dog in order to intercept the spell. He didn't use a full transfiguration so the dog merely exploded back into rocks.

He stepped up to the front line of his men who were done trading spells. All eleven of the main threat's supporters were down, most sprawled out on the ground unconcious while a few were groaning in pain. Only three of his own men had been wounded and he thanked Merlin that there hadn't been more casualties.

"Lay down your wand and surrender, we have you surrounded." His words were reinforced when Squad 2 arrived on the southern border of the newly made scorched clearing.

The last Death Eater standing looked around before sneering. His arm jerked up to his chest and pushed something. In the next second all of the Death Eaters vanished with a pop.

Harry couldn't believe it. He was saved. His body felt weak all of a sudden and his arms which were still in his crabwalk position gave out from underneath him. He fell on his back and stared at the night sky. The hot feeling in his chest was gone and he shivered in the late summer air.

He forced his body to sit up but was pushed back down by a huge mop of bushy brown hair which was speaking rapidly into his chest. "Harry! I'm so glad you're okay. What happened? One second you were there and then something hit me in the back and I don't remember anything after that."

"I'm not really sure Hermione. Something is happening and I can't really figure it all out just yet." Harry said pensively. Without the confidence boost from his part of James he didn't think he had it in him to tell her exactly what might be happening. 'Yeah, I think I have another me inside my head except he's everything that I'm not and is the reason why I never remember anything.' Yeah, that would go over well.

'Who knows, Hermione is a pretty smart girl she might take it better than you think.' James said, his voice seemed strained somehow though.

'I don't think I can, what if she leaves me? What if she calls me a… a freak?'

'Who cares. You kind of are. You're talking to me after all. Sometimes… sometimes i- -ka- e- err- nt...' James voice was cutting in and out like a bad radio signal before Harry could almost feel the connection go dead.

'James?' No response.

"Harry?" Harry looked back at the brunette who was still on top of him. She was looking at him with a concerned gaze tears still in her eyes. "You spaced out there for a second. Are you sure you're okay? Those men didn't do anything to you did they?"

"No, no they didn't get me with anything. But I think something else is wrong with me." He couldn't meet her inquisitive gaze. Those eyes held questions that he was afraid to answer.

"Is it something in your head by any chance?" Harry looked down again, finally meeting her eyes. She was calculative but still caring.

"How did you k-" He was cut off with when he heard the cry of his name.

"Harry!" Mr. Weasley broke through the crowd of Aurors that were still looking over the scene and quarantining areas where they had found some evidence. Ron, Ginny, and the twins were in tow.

Harry and Hermione stood up together. "We need to talk. Meet me out by the broom shed tomorrow night at midnight." Harry nodded his assent before approaching the Weasleys. He was ready to leave. All he wanted to do right now was fall into bed and forget that any of this had ever happened.

His wants crashed down around him when Sebastian Delacour approached him. The Aurors must be done with their sweeping of the area then.

"Mr. Potter. A word please?" Harry felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise up at the tone of this man's voice. The man who his counterpart had magically restrained while speaking to his daughter. He was only a little terrified. Only a little…

Harry steeled what little fortitude he had left after the last forty-eight hours and stepped away from the Weasleys and Hermione and over to where the head of the Delacour family was waiting.

"Look, sir, about the top box. I just wanted to apologize." Harry tried to go on about how he was not sure what had taken over him but was stopped by a raised hand.

"There is no need to apologize Mr. Potter. I have been informed by my wife and daughter that they may have been the cause for starting the entire ordeal. In fact, I'm almost positive that if you so desired you would be able to press charges against them for their spellcasting earlier. So why don't we just call things even and try to forget about that. Deal?" Sebastian had extended the hand of peace here. In fact the Auror was confused at the moment. Harry was so different now, much more like when they had been introduced than when he had been chosen to play for Ireland. But still, he was completely serious about his deal. The boy in front of him could easily make his family pay for what they had done, even if he himself could press assault charges against the boy for restraining him.

Harry was looking at the outstretched hand in confusion. But he was too tired to think of a reason why not to accept the gesture. He reached up and shook the large hand of the French Head of the DMLE. He tried to pull his hand away but he couldn't break the older man's grip.

"Harry, I meant what I said, there are no hard feelings between me and you. In the end I even think I may have overreacted in my rush to protect Fleur. After hearing her side of the story I believe you were justified for wanting to have a private word with her. But I just want to warn you now." Sebastian's voice dropped lower so that no one could eavesdrop as he leaned closer to Harry. "You need to be careful when dealing with Veela. I'm not saying this to scare you, hell I'm happily married to one. I'm telling you this because according to my family you have some strange ability that interests them. And trust me, If the Veela Council wants to get involved they almost always get what they want."

Harry gulped. He didn't entirely understand what it meant if the Veela Council got involved but the grave nature in which Sebastian had said it made him take heed. He looked up at the man and nodded.

"Good. Now I believe that would be my English counterpart trying to wave you down. He'll probably want to take your statement since this is his jurisdiction after all. I'll leave you to it Harry, I don't think he's too happy with me after I took over command during the whole incident tonight. Take care, I'll tell my daughter you said hi. The man finally let go of his hand, winked, and vanished with a loud crack.

'What the hell? He just went from serious and dangerous to happy and mischievous, maybe I'm not the only one with another personality.' Harry thought to himself. 'I just need to give my statement and get out of here.'

The trip back to the Burrow wasn't a long one. Mr. Weasley kept apologizing profusely for not being there when the attack started. He and the kids were supposedly walking the Irish team back to their tents since most of the players had stuck around to see if he was okay. Harry didn't really blame them, it wasn't everyday that you met famous quidditch players. He only wished that they would have been a little more worried about him instead of so starstruck. At least the twins and Mr. Weasley had looked properly ashamed when apologizing, Ron looked just like the words were being ripped from his mouth though.

A simple portkey that was created just for them dropped them off after an uncomfortable jerk at the navel to the doorstep of the Burrow. Where Mrs. Weasley was waiting and wringing her hands nervously. After assuring her that everyone was alright Mr. Weasley ushered everyone inside and told them to go get some rest.

Harry didn't think he had ever been happier to see the uncomfortable cot next to Ron's bed. He fell into it and was asleep before he even thought to pull up the blanket. Tomorrow would be just like any other day, until he had to meet with Hermione.

Fleur could barely muster up the willpower to open her eyes. She hated waking up in the morning. Everything about it. She would have to leave the comfort of a warm blanket. Depart the soft embrace of a down mattress. Exit the realm of dreams and enter the real world. And the worst part was that she would have to live another day dreading going out into public.

It had been a few days since the World Cup and school would be coming upon them soon. It was for this reason that she had to begin waking up during the day. Normally during the summers she was mostly nocturnal. She loved the night, the way the moon shone upon her skin and seemed to glow. But the best part about the night was that everyone would be sleeping. She could be alone without being caged up in the large Delacour Mansion. But she knew that she had to reset her daily clock. And for some reason today was supposed to be special but she couldn't remember in her non-awake state.

Grudgingly she forced her legs out from under the covers and onto the cold marble floor. Pushing herself up and out of bed was a chore but eventually after much stretching and groaning she sat up. Her silk sheets slid off of her in waves as she stood. Her eyes were still mostly closed as she slowly shuffled to her private bathroom. Walking past her desk which was cluttered with books and hastily scrambled notes. There was a newspaper bearing the headline 'Seeker Sensation: Ireland's New Secret Weapon?' laying on the floor where it had been discarded the day before.

She flicked on the light and hissed angrily as she was forced to shield her eyes. Did she mention she hated mornings?

After washing and getting dressed she descended to the dining room for breakfast where her family was already seated and nibbling at some of the food.

"Good morning Fleur! Happy Birthday!" Her father greeted enthusiastically while nibbling on some toast.

"Happy Birthday my flower." Her mother chimed in from her seat next to the head of the table.

Fleur froze, it was her birthday. She had completely forgotten! Without responding to her parents she dashed back up to her room.

"Ah, after the last few days it's good to see some things never change, right Apol." Sebastian said to his wife with a grin.

"Oh leave her be Seb." Apolline smiled and swatted his arm. "She's been so preoccupied with her new research project I'm surprised she even remembered to wake up this morning. But it's good to see her like this, she's been so tense the last few days."

The only man in the house nodded his agreement. His girl had been quite near obsessed with finding out everything that she could about magical protections that would defend someone against the allure. It wasn't the first time it had happened either and both parents remembered the time during her third year at Beauxbatons when her Allure had started to mature.

Fleur had been devastated when some of her friends had pushed her away. In an effort to fix things she had dedicated the rest of her third year and the summer after to discovering a way to either remove or contain the Allure altogether from her magical core or to find a way to defend other people from the Allure's effect.

It had been worrying as parents to watch their daughters efforts become borderline neurotic before she had finally given up. The depression that followed was not insignificant but with a lot of help Fleur had pulled through. It was after that during her fourth year that she had grown cold and distant to most, only letting down her shields at home in front of her parents and sister.

There were a few more silent moments at the table between the two adults before Fleur raced back into the room, her smile radiant and her wand in hand. With a flourish of her wand the entire dining room began twinkling like starlight and all of the chairs were transfigured into beautiful thrones. The table became a deep mahogany and grew clawed feet.

Both parents clapped and smiled at their daughter, proud of how much she had grown. "That was beautiful Fleur, and silent too! You'll be a shoo-in for Triwizard Champion for sure!" Her father beamed.

"Thanks Papa." Fleur said sitting at the table and grabbing her favorites. The house elves must have know it was her birthday because they were all there. She dug in to a pain au chocolat and in her off hand held a chocolat biscuit. It was poor table manners and were she at a gala she was sure to be scolded. As it was her father was just smirking at her almost barbaric enthusiasm for breakfast while her mother frowned in disapproval.

"The Council finally responded to our request for a meeting." Apolline began, watching her daughter's reaction.

Fleur nearly dropped the biscuit. 'Already? It hasn't even been a full two days since our request. Is it because we attached my initial findings? Did they find something they didn't expect?'

Apolline knew how much her daughter wanted to meet the Council and see what they thought about her discovery. "They are very curious and have also decided to gather the Elders".

Fleur actually did drop her biscuit this time. The Elders gathering was next to unheard of. They hadn't had an official Council meeting with all of the Elders in one place since before she was born. The last one had been when they had abolished the tradition of assigning mating targets, where a matured Veela would be assigned a high profile Wizard or Muggle in order to manipulate them and further Veela standing in society. And that meeting had been more than thirty years ago!

"Conneries." Fleur blurted out in disbelief. The biscuit laying forgotten.

"Fleur! Language!" Her mother scolded but without any real venom.

"Sorry Mama'n, it's just- I- I have so much work to do still. When are we supposed to go?" Fleur asked, her stomach already beginning to churn at the thought of how much work was still ahead of her.

"They requested our presence tomorrow afternoon." Apolline said, also slightly bewildered at the lightning fast response of the Council. It would normally take them over two weeks to try and gather everyone for an Enclave meeting but they seemed almost eager after reading her initial letter.

Fleur let out a small 'eep' before she stuffed the rest of her pastry into her mouth and chugged some milk without chewing. Without another word she sprinted from the table and made for her bedroom and her research.

At the sound of Fleur's door closing a sleepy Gabrielle who was still rubbing sleep out of her eyes walked into the dining room. She noticed the sparkles with the new chairs and tables, blinked a few times and then walked over and sat down. "Did I miss something?"

She pouted when her parents just started chuckling.

It was finally starting to get late. Harry lay awake in his cot, trying not to be lulled to sleep by the constant pattern of Ron's snoring. He was supposed to be meeting Hermione in about an hour according to the small alarm clock on the bed stand. He was supposed to have met her two nights ago now but he had dodged both times. She had been noticeably upset and had taken him aside both days now and told him that she really needed to speak with him.

It wasn't really that he didn't want to talk to her, but saying that he had fallen asleep instead of admitting that he was terrified of talking about his problems and that he had lain awake both nights wrestling with what he was going to say, was just a little bit easier for some reason. It scared him at the same time though, he had never lied to his friends before. Oh sure, he had lied by omission a few times but that was different than the blatant ones he was throwing around now. He really wasn't sure what was going on inside of his head. He would resolve to tell her one minute and the next he would be back to his old self and doubting that he could ever say anything that might alienate her.

It probably would have been easier to talk about everything if James hadn't been silent ever since after the Death Eater attack but no matter how many times he called out inside of his own head there was no response. And there had not been even a hint of the bubbly feeling in his chest which had heralded their first meeting. It had all seemed so surreal at the time that he was almost questioning if it had happened at all. One look at the newspaper which was lying in Ron's waste bin denied him that thought, the headline reading 'Boy-Who-Lived Now Boy-Who-Flies!'

He sighed. Those papers had done something to Ron. Ron was being distant and grumpy again, much like he had been when they reached the campgrounds. This time Harry didn't delude himself as to why Ron was being this way. He knew he was and always had been the cause of Ron's moodswings. One of the side-effects he had noticed after gaining part of James was the he couldn't lie to himself anymore, and no matter how much he wanted to tell himself that Ron was just being Ron, he could feel the jealous glares whenever he had his back turned.

It was still really hard not to just fall asleep though. He could time Ron's inhale and exhale perfectly at this point.

Inhale, 'sssNNKK-X-X-X-hig-gg-X'.

Exhale, 'PPHhheeeewwwssss'.

Inhale - Exhale - Inhale - Exhale - Inhale…

He jerked in his cot, on the edge of consciousness. 'Damnit I can't take this anymore'. It was still half an hour early but he decided he needed to get out of the room before Ron's sleep apnea could get any worse. Seriously, the guy snored like a gorilla. No wonder the ghoul was so angry, it probably never got any sleep living right above the human who sounded like a garbage disposal.

Harry was dead silent as he started to move across the room. Years and years of living under the Dursley's roof had taught him that if he wasn't silent enough he would wake someone up and eventually discover bruises on his person.

And after his other self had come to light he now had a few sneaking suspicions about where those bruises had come from. But even the thought of what may have caused them set him on edge. 'Did you really protect me from all of that James?'

There was still no response.

Harry very slowly started his descent of the stairs. It didn't help that his first friends bedroom was on the top level of the largely expanded magical house. Whenever a stair creaked he would lock his body in place and hold his breath for a minute before finally moving on. By the time he reached the kitchen landing he was out of breath and sweating slightly.

Who knew it would have been so much work trying to be quiet in a new environment. The Burrow always seemed so noisy and full of life that it was honestly a little disconcerting to be sneaking around like this. It felt like he was betraying the hospitality that the Weasleys offered him.

Glancing at the special Weasley family clock, which also told time on one of the smaller faces, he still had twenty minutes to wait for Hermione by the pitch.

Since he didn't want to set off any of the alarms that he knew were there, he opened up one of the windows before crawling outside. Once out, he made his way over to the makeshift quidditch pitch and breathed in the fresh night air.

Harry loved the night. It was peaceful. There were no threats in the night. Nothing to frighten him, no one to yell at him, and best of all was that he could be alone. Alone with his fragile feelings and thoughts.

The raven haired boy sat down in front of the broom shed to wait for his female friend. He wasn't even tempted to open the shed and admire his Firebolt. Especially after what happened the last time he was on one.

'Maybe if I do though, James will come back.' He thought idly. His thoughts wandering towards his unusual situation.

He remembered the terror he had felt, watching through that white wall as his counterpart mounted the Firebolt during the match and had taken off. The fear of being killed by the quickly moving bludgers and players. The heights at which they had been flying still made him cringe.

But he also remembered those other feelings.

Closing his eyes he tried to conjure those same feelings. Excitement at moving at such high speeds through the air, confident that his broom would obey his every command and touch. The power of his magic thrumming in his veins and boosting his abilities. And above all, the freedom of fear and doubt that had plagued him for as long as he could remember.

A slow heat was building in his chest again. He could almost feel that sliver of 'something' that James had left behind begin to stir. It had been dormant ever since James had disappeared from his head. It felt good. It wasn't painful, but instead felt much like the sun was beating down on him during a mild summer day.

He could hear his heartbeat pounding away slowly in his ears. The bubbly feeling in his chest jumped, almost startling him enough to lose his concentration.

Was it spreading? Harry was shocked when the bubbly feeling began to slowly spread to his extremities. Flowing down through his arms and legs and up his neck at a sluggish pace, almost as if it was being held back.

Everywhere the odd feeling spread he could feel a small amount of relief. It was like his body wanted this, needed it, craved it. Just as euphoria began to sink in he was interrupted.

"Harry?" The strange feeling vanished instantly as he opened his eyes in surprise. "You felt different again. Just like you did before throwing me into a tent. Did I ever tell you off for that?" Hermione asked with a smile on her face as she took a seat Indian style across from him.

He gulped. Was he ready to tell her? This would mean leaving himself vulnerable. This would mean trusting her enough to let his deepest secrets and fears out. 'I think... I think that I'm ready.' As soon as he made his choice, the feeling inside his chest returned hundred-fold. 'Time to take control back of my life. No more being a passenger. I'm going to move forward.'

"Hermione, how much do you know about split personalities?"

Her look of shock made him grin.

A/N: Hello everyone, long time no... read? It's been an awfully long time since I've been here and I am genuinely sorry for the long wait. Let's just say that a lot has happened. Went through some dark times. Even changed my pen name. But now I think I'm ready to get back into a routine of writing, working, and enjoying life again. Chapters are going to mostly be around 5k-6k words as that is really what I can probably handle on a weekly basis. I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter as getting back into the flow story was definitely difficult since I was in a completely different mindset when I started it. But after rereading and revising everything I have a good handle on where I want to go. It will still be action packed and fun to read. The romance will be starting in a few more chapters after I finish setting up more of the backstory.

Some key differences with the revision was that harry did not actually capture the snitch for Ireland and Hermione is a little less obsessive.

As always, Review and let me know how you feel and what you thought.
Thanks for sticking with me for so long guys. -MisterScarlet