Au Revoir

Hope when you take the jump you don't feel the fall. Hope when the water rises you built a wall... And I hope that you don't suffer but take the pain...-- OneRepublic, I Lived

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"Why did there have to be a ball?" a young raven-haired wizard groaned.

He slumped forward pathetically and buried his face into the fluffy chocolate brown pillow in his lap. The trio of caramel-skinned triplets lounging on the spacious bed with him snickered at his dramatics. Harry raised his head, glaring daggers at them, but the effect was lost thanks to the glasses perched crookedly on his nose. They only laughed harder.

"I need new friends," huffed Harry. He was in no mood for the older wizards' antics. This was an emergency!

The foursome were in Sèraphin's room in the Slytherin dorms. It had become routine that the quartet would escape to one the triplets rooms or the Slytherin commons room if they weren't in the library, the Great Hall, or on the school grounds. It was necessary since the majority of the school now ambushed him at every opportunity to get an autograph or gush about how amazing he'd been during the First Task. It was like Harry was the next coming of Merlin.

He hated it. The twins had to forcibly restrain his hands a number of times so he couldn't stab more than a few of the ass kissers in the eye with his wand, Ron and Hermione included. He wanted this Tournament over and done with now dammit!

Rel stopped chuckling, seeing that his friend was seriously upset. "What's the problem?"

"The problem!?" Harry lurched onto his knees and exploded, "I have no clothes, no date, and two left feet! It's going to be a disaster."


Sera sat against the wall, tugged him down, and forced him to lie down, Harry's messy head in his lap. It was completely awkward for the younger boy since Sera wore a plaid skirt that barely reached his knees. He soon forgot his discomfort as long fingers scratched across his scalp and relaxed his stiff body.

One thing about the Leroche brothers Harry had to get used to was the non-existent boundaries. They touched each other constantly-- a hug, a pat, a kiss-- and invaded each others space almost as often. And now that Harry was apart of their little family they did it to him too. It was horribly troubling for a person who'd tense at initially. But a few kisses here, some soothing touches there, and a couple of playful slaps later, Harry was soaking up the attention like an abandoned puppy.

This was the type of comfort he'd craved for years. He had watched his aunt give it to his spoiled beast of a cousin and spent many lonely nights crying into his pillow, wishing for his mother. Lily may not be there to give it to him but he had to admit the triplets were an excellent alternative.

"It won't because we'll make sure of it," Sera said. "Hogsmeade weekend is this Saturday. We'll get you an outfit and shoes." He put his hand over Harry's mouth before he could object. "Shut up. You need it and no you aren't paying us back. You'll take Rel to the Ball and I'll teach you to dance. You'll be fine." The glow in his chest at his friend's words couldn't be ignored.

Still, bright emerald eyes rolled. Arguing with Sera was pointless when he wanted to do something. The slate-eyed wizard could out stubborn a hippogriff.


"Fine. Do either of you know who any of you're going to take to the Ball?"

"Viktor Krum," Sera promptly responded.

Harry peeked up him, careful not to dislodge his hand, and raised a dark brow. "Krum? Really?"

"Yes, really. He asked me and I accepted. Besides, we're friends."

His youngest brother snorted, lifting his head to stare at his sibling. Harry briefly wondered how Rèmy made it sound dainty. "So that's where you've been disappearing off to after curfew."

"We're just friends."

A smirk graced Rel's lush lips. "Friends with benefits, maybe," Harry snickered, using his discarded pillow to block the slap coming for his head. Rèmy and Rel chuckled as Sera rolled his eyes, exasperated.

He loved this carefree camaraderie. Only with the triplets could Harry be this devil-may-care and not have to hold his tongue. He never experienced it among the Gryffindors, too afraid to be himself and not who they expected the Boy-Who-Lived to be. Sure, Fred and George might have gotten a peek at his true personality here and there but Harry knew how much their family followed behind Dumbledore. He couldn't risk it. Not yet.

"He's handsome, I'll give him that." Harry paused, thinking. "What about the language barrier?"

Slender shoulders moved up then down as Sera shrugged. A warm smile softened his eyes. "It's no problem. He's improved vastly since I've been teaching him more English."

A smirk graced Rel's lush lips as he kept on painting Rèmy's nails a dark crimson that glittered softly under the light. "I doubt that's all you're teaching him." Rel yelped as his brother's hand connected with the back of his head.

Rèmy pouted and whined at Sèraphin as he saw his hand. "You messed up my nails!"

"You'll live." Sera gave Harry and Aurèle the stink eye. "Viktor and I are friends. What we may or may not do when we're alone is none of you prats business. Talk like that around him when we attend the Yule Ball and I'll hex your hair puke green with rainbow polka dots for a month." The two quickly raised their hands in surrender. "Anyway since he's a champion he needed a date but finds everyone else irritating simpering suck ups."


"Even his own house?"

"Especially them."

They shared a laugh. Harry looked at Rèmy. "What about you? Got a date?"

Rèmy nodded happily."Draco asked me so I'm going with him."

"What?" Harry sat straight up. "You're going with Malfoy?"

"Yes I am. He asked me, I accepted."

Harry tried and failed to wrap his head around Rèmy attending the Yule Ball with Malfoy of all people. "But Draco hates muggleborns."

Rel looked up from Rèmy's nail. "Draco doesn't hate all muggleborns. Its the ones who come into the wizarding world assuming they know everything simply because they've read a few books and/or proceed to belittle traditions simply because they don't understand them. Like Granger."

S.P.E.W. crossed his mind. He knew how upset the club made the house elves from his own discussions with them in the kitchens. They despised Hermione's efforts to free them and often made her suffer for it with subpar food and limited cleaning of her clothes, bedding, etc. She couldn't (or wouldn't) understand just how much the creatures depended on their wizarding families to survive and sustain their magic. Now that their friendship was over, Harry could see clearly how self-righteous and judgemental the witch truly was. It was a miracle Harry dealt with it as long as he did, even with his desperation for friends and acceptance and he didn't doubt their friendship would've ended before they graduated.

Harry nodded in acknowledgement of Rel's words. Still... "I get that but he shouldn't insult someone just because of how pure a witch or wizard's blood supposedly isn't. It's not like we can control it."

"True." Harry leaned back, caught off guard when a cruel smirk darkened his nonchalant appearance. It amazed him sometimes how him and siblings could go from sweet and innocent to maliciously ruthless in a split second. Harry's had to stop himself from imitating them on more than one occasion, especially when his adoring fans can't take no for an answer."But Harry, when's the last time you heard Malfoy or any other Slytherin call someone a mudblood or impure or dirty?"

Harry thought about it then frowned when he couldn't remember. "Last year maybe? Or was it the year before? I don't know."

"Exactly. Once we explained how most muggleborns won't want to understand a culture that's derogatory toward them, it was quite easy to get most of them to stop. At least outside the common room and not in our presence or hearing. It was a willing compromise since it's impossible to change years of conditioning in just a few short months. There were a few who were more stubborn, but once we gave them a little initiative, they were very accommodating."

"Right, well, I'm just gonna act like you gave them chocolate frogs as a reward and move on from there."

"What do you mean Harry?" Rèmy asked, his pale blue eyes wide and his angelic face the very picture of innocence. "We're kind to everyone we meet."

"And that's what makes you so bloody scary."

The Leroches grinned at Harry who stared back blankly before the four of them fell over, giggling. The brothers were like the inland taipan, relatively harmless but extremely deadly when crossed, and that was just fine with Harry. Maybe he should be wary of how close he had gotten to them in such a short period of time but honestly Harry couldn't care. After all, he was meant to be a snake too.

******

That weekend the triplets dragged him to Hogsmeade. Despite Harry's protests that he shouldn't have to go inside (they knew his size!), six hands pulled him into Gladrags against his will. Goosebumps raced across his bare arms as Rèmy and Rel snatched off his cloak and school robes then wandered off, leaving Harry alone with Sèra. A maniacal gleam enter Sera's eyes as he took in Dudley's worn shirt and trousers that were at least five times the size of Harry. Harry slowly started to back away, a bad feeling in his stomach.

"Hello dearies," a voice suddenly said behind him. Harry did not shriek like a little girl, nope, didn't happen. He yelped like a man (can a yelp be manly?) and turned to see a nice middle-aged witch standing behind him. "What can I do for you today?"

Harry tried to respond but was stopped by Sera's hand over his mouth. "He needs new dress robes in forest green with gold outlines. He also needs a black buttoned-down shirt and matching trousers. Preferably before we leave."

"It will be about two two hours, dear."

He smiled prettily as Harry's shoulders slumped in defeat. "That's not a problem ma'am."

"Right this way, young man. I need to get your measurements."

Harry followed the seamstress and, when indicated, stepped onto a simple low-rise platform. She took out her tape measure and got started. Sera watched her closely in the beginning then nodded his head, satisfied. "As soon as she finishes come find me or my brothers."

"Okay," Harry told him quickly. Pfft, as soon as she was done, Harry was out of there. He had no desire to stay in the shop any longer than necessary. He glanced at Sera then shivered fearfully. The look in his grey eyes promised pain.

"If you try to leave the store, I will hunt you down and drag you back kicking and screaming. Clear?" asked the demon who'd possessed his best friend sweetly. Harry nodded so hard his head should've fallen off neck and rolled onto the floor. Sera grinned at him with too many perfect teeth.

"Good."

Two hours later, Harry finally exited the store with the triplets, his stomach grumbling and feet aching. He went in for dress robes, a shirt, and a pair of trousers. He left with all of that plus a number of shirts, trousers, pants, and socks in a variety of colors and styles. The price of it all left Harry speechless and he promptly tried to return all the clothes... until Aurèle-- sweet, gentle Aurèle-- threatened to remove his intestines from his body the muggle way and strangle him with them. He shut up and placed the shrunken bags into the pocket of his robes.

"I still say it's too much. I don't need all of this," Harry grumbled as the quartet trudged through the snow to Mealur's Foot Emporium for dress shoes.

"You do," the brothers replied in unison.

Never again, he grumbled to himself vehemently said nothing out loud. No point in fighting a losing battle.

Somehow Sera managed to drilled the finer points of the waltz, foxtrot, and a few more basic dances into his head in only a matter of days. He worked with him mercilessly until he could dance them in sleep. In fact, the dances haunted his dreams more than once. By the end, Harry was sure his poor feet would remove themselves from his body and run away screaming. Thankfully the day of the Yule Ball arrived before Harry knew it.

****

"Okay, you can look now."

Harry reached up and removed the blindfold from his face. He gasped in amazement as he took in Aurèle's appearance. His gold-brown hair, normally curly, fell in gentle waves over his left shoulder and his flawless make-up was simple and elegant. He'd replaced of the gold bars in his ears with diamond studs, keeping the hoops, and removed the piercings from his eyebrow, leaving a diamond stud in nose.

He glowed in the gold sleeveless mermaid gown that hugged the slight curves of his body and complimented the luminous green of Harry's eyes and dress robes perfectly. A detailing of authentic black crystals and emeralds began where the modest V-neckline ended and continued down until the slight flare at the knees of the tulle dress. The cutouts on the sides were made of black lace, and when Aurèle turned, Harry could see lace also made up the back of the dress, stopping a little above the swell of his bottom. A line of black buttons traveled down his spine to keep the gown closed. A pair of low black, green, and gold pumps completed the ensemble.

Harry couldn't help it as he gaped helplessly for a few more moments before saying, "Sweet Merlin, you look amazing. And you're taller than me." Rel smiled brightly at the compliment. Harry looked him over again before he zoomed in on his chest. He blinked a few times but the sight remained the same. "Um, awkward question, Rel. Do you have breasts?"

Rel giggled and nodded. "Of course silly. This dress would look horrible without them."

Harry yanked his eyes away from the barely noticeable additions to stare at his friend's face incredulously. "How the hell do you get boobs overnight?"

Rel rolled his eyes and yanked Harry into the chair by his desk. "They're inserts, you prat." He shoved aside the books, parchment, and quills that littered the top and placed a brush, comb, and a mystery jar full mysterious brown goop. "I would take them out and show you but it'll mess up my outfit so you'll have wait til later. Besides I only use them for my fancy dresses. Now hold still while I do something with your hair."

"It's a lost cause."

"We'll see about that."

Rel spent thirty minutes trying to tame his hair flat before giving up and deciding to play up the messiness. Harry glanced at himself in the mirror hanging on the front of the adjacent bathroom door, taking in the artfully tousled hair and black shirt, trousers, and dress shoes. "I look like I just had a quick shag.

Rel shrugged as he opened the door. "Better than looking like you just came out of a hurricane. Now let's go."

The couple left out his bedroom and went down the stone steps to the Slytherin common room. The room was busy and full of students dressing to impress in their expensive robes and gowns. They saw Rèmy, Sera, and their dates waiting for them not far from the steps.

Rèmy and Sera's gown were exactly the same as their brother's except in different colors. Rèmy was exquisite in his black, grey, and silver while Sèraphin looked amazing in burgundy, black, and gold. Their matching pumps had at least four more inches since their dates were almost a foot taller than himself. Rèmy's piercings were now silver and his hair was no longer in braids, instead twisted up into a complicated braided bun decorated all over with what looked like diamonds. Sèraphin wore a shimmering black rose behind his right ear and left his piercings alone. Like Aurèle, their make-up was flawless, simple, and elegant. Standing beside each other, the brothers were the very picture of ethereal beauty.

There was no doubt Malfoy knew how stunning his date looked if his smug expression was anything to go by. He reminded Harry of an Elven prince with his pale blonde hair, pointy features, and silk dress robes that brought out his grey eyes. Viktor, on the other hand, was impossible to read with his blank expression. He was dressed in all black, which only seemed to emphasize rugged looks of the Bulgarian Seeker.

"About time," Sera, Rèmy, and Malfoy exclaimed when they spotted the pair.

Rel raised a delicate brow and pointed at Harry's head. "Do you see that? That took time and effort. His hair has a life of it's own."

"Hey, leave my hair alone! You look brilliant Rèmy, Sera." The pair smiled and thanked him.

Malfoy gave Harry a glance over. "At least we know it's possible for you to dress like more than a common street urchin," he remarked snidely. The pale-haired teen whimpered when a sharp heel was dug into his foot painfully.

"Play nice, Draco," Rèmy reprimanded softly.

Harry choked off a snorting laugh when Rèmy stared at him reproachfully then cleared his throat. He greeted his fellow champion. "Hi Viktor."

"Hi Harry. You look very nice." Viktor's accent was still there but it wasn't as overwhelming or thick as before. It didn't come as a surprise that Sera managed to teach the Bulgarian almost perfect English in a matter of weeks considering he'd taught Harry to dance in a matter of dance.

Harry grinned at Viktor, pleasantly surprised by the compliment. "Thanks. So do you."

"Thank you."

"He's right, Harry. Those robes look absolutely wonderful with your eyes."

Harry smiled and squirmed uncomfortably. "All I did was put them on." By Sèraphin and Rèmy's glowering stares, the teens obviously didn't agree but the two surprisingly said nothing.

A quick tempus by Viktor showed it was almost time for the ball to start. The group exited the dungeons and made their way to the Great Hall where Professor McGonagall waited by the closed doors with the other two champions and their dates. The feline animagus was as stern as ever in her simple dark red dress robes. Cedric Diggory sported plain black dress robes that were of high quality and he'd brought Cho Chang, who was very pretty in her creme Chinese cheongsam dress. Fleur Delacour and her fellow Beauxbatons date shone on their baby blue gown and dress robes. Everyone greeted each other before the professor used her wand to open one door so Malfoy and Rèmy could go on ahead.

Harry, Aurèle, Viktor, and Sèraphin waited with the others until it was time to for the champions to make their entrance. McGonagall lined them up so that Fleur and Viktor went first with their dates since they were the guests. Cedric and Cho were next while Harry and Rel finished the procession. Harry was wowed by the Great Hall as they entered.

The entire space was decorated in various shades of white and blue. Fake snow fell lightly from the ceiling, covering the extravagantly embellished evergreen trees placed throughout the Hall. Fairies flew about, venturing close to the gathered witches and wizards before flitting away to hide in the Christmas trees. The numerous tables and dais that normally seated the professors and Headmaster were covered in fine bone-white fabric. The stone floors were a pale Alice blue and sparkled subtly under the soft light of the floating milky candles. All in all, it was a perfect winter wonderland.

The champions were led to the vacant seats on the right side of dais. Harry tensed minutely when he was placed right beside the Headmaster. Rel glanced at him, noting how stiff he'd become, and squeezed his hand lightly for a brief moment. Harry smiled at him gratefully already feeling some of the rigidness melt away. Viktor sat beside Rel, Sèra next to him, followed by Cedric, Cho, Fleur, and her date.

Dumbledore picked up the menu next to his plate and scanned it before calling out,"Rack of lambs, sauteed red potatoes, roasted asparagus and pumpkin juice!"

Harry wasn't surprised to see the the meal appear on his plate or the beverage in his cup. There were calls around the Hall as students and teachers ordered their meals. He read his own menu before getting the chicken cacciatore with cheese manicotti, chocolate treacle tart, and pumpkin juice. Next to him, Rèl ordered chicken and shrimp fettuccini alfredo, pumpkin cheesecake, and pomegranate juice. His brother got the same while Viktor stuck to braised beef, garlic and rosemary mashed potatoes, and honey roasted carrots. He didn't realize just how hungry he was until he tucked into the delicious meal, ignoring the light chatter around him.

"Sorry Harry," Rèl told him when he accidentally knocked over Harry's cup of juice with his hand. "You can have my pomegranate juice, I don't like it very much."

Harry frowned. "Then why did you order it?"

Rèl shrugged but said nothing, vanishing the spilt juice with a wave of his hand and substituting Harry's juice with his own. He ordered raspberry juice before returning to the conversation with his brother and Viktor. Harry raised his eyebrows at Rel's odd behavior but kept on eating. He noticed the Headmaster's disapproving grimace out the corner of his eyes and rolled his eyes, assuming it was because his date was a Slytherin.

He could care less what the old wizard thought of his choices. He hadn't heard a peep from the bastard since the night his name came out the Goblet of Fire. He also hadn't forgotten that damn suspicious gleam that would fill Dumbledore's twinkling eyes every time he'd glanced at Harry since the First Task. Harry did not want to make nice with the light wizard for half the night.

"Harry, my boy, how have you been?"

.... Too bad the old wizard didn't feel the same.

Harry glanced over at Dumbledore and his ever twinkling eyes before returning to his food. "Fine, headmaster. And yourself?"

"Swell my boy, thank you for asking." He was quiet for a moment and Harry waited, knowing where Dumbledore was going with this. "My boy... I heard from Ron and Hermione you refuse to accept their apologies. Why is that?"

And there it was.


He regarded Dumbledore momentarily, taking in his garish lemon yellow dress robes and kindly expression, before glancing away. He was starting to get the feeling the grandfatherly facade was just that, a facade. He hadn't forgotten Rèmy's warning that Dumbledore could read his mind whenever he stared him in the eyes. Just thinking about it angered him all over again.

Who knew just how many times the old wizard had entered Harry's mind over the past few years without permission?

"I accepted their apologies just fine," Harry told him sharply.

Dumbledore seemed taken aback by Harry's tone. "According to them you told them to stay away from you. I thought you were best friends, my boy."

Harry put his fork down and scowled at the old wizard, amazed at his nerve. "Why would I remain friends with them after the past few weeks? Ron spent the entire time insulting and attempting to hex me while Hermione wouldn't even look at me whenever I tried to speak to her. They weren't there for me when I needed them most and now I don't need them at all."

"Now Harry," Dumbledore admonished, peering at him over the rim of his spectacles with stern disappointment. "They've been your friends for years. The two simply made a mistake and deserve another chance. I'm also concerned about your friendships with the Leroche siblings. Slytherins have never been kind to you over the years and I'm simply worried about your well being."

"Have you gone mental?" Harry exploded as anger clouded his mind, drawing the attention of those at their table and nearby. "There will never be another chance! As you said, we've been friends for years, and yet, they wouldn't believe me when I said I didn't enter my name. Ron was blinded by his jealousy and Hermione was too judgemental to even listen. In case you didn't hear me the first time, I don't need them. And as for you, where was your concern," Harry spat the word,"when I was getting hexed and cursed by the majority of the damn school right in front of your nose? You nor any of the professors said a word to any of them except Snape and he hates me! So you can take your concern and stuff it cause there's nothing wrong with me being friends with Slytherins. I was supposed to be one in the first place! My friendships have nothing to do with you so stay out my business and stay out my damn mind, old man!"

By the end of his tirade, anger clouded his mind and there was a buzzing in his ears. Harry panted and trembled as he tried to keep a lid on his tightly wound magic. He wanted nothing more than to just let loose on Dumbledore, his ex-best friends, and the rest of the damn school but he'd already made a fool of himself in front of everyone else in the Great Hall. He refused to let himself stoop that low.

As he slowly calmed back down, Harry found himself surrounded the aromas of spicy dark chocolate and vanilla, the clean scent rain and ozone, and mowed grass and freshly baked bread. A soft voice whispered soothing nonsense in his ear and he was wrapped in comforting arms. A hand rubbed his back, sending warm waves of serenity through him. Rèmy, Sèraphin, and Aurèle, Harry realized.

"I'm fine now," Harry muttered and the brothers pulled away. His cheeks burned in embarrassment but there was no judgement in any of their eyes as they gazed at him, only calm understanding. "I'm sorry."

Aurèle waved away his apology, smiling. "You're under a lot of pressure, Harry. You were bound to blow up eventually."

"Rèl told us what that old coot said. You've got a lot of patience cause I would've hexed his bollocks off as soon as he opened his mouth," Sèra told him with a grin.

"And stuffed them down his throat," said Rèmy, giggling.

Harry chuckled. This right here was the exact reason he wouldn't give up the triplets for nothing in the world. Harry looked around him, surprised when he saw a garden instead of a room full of nosey faces. "You took me out of there?"

Rèmy nodded, lacing their arms together. "Your magic almost lashed out at everyone else so we brought you out here to cool down."

"I wish I could just stay out here."

Rèl snorted, taking Harry's other arm. "Oh no, buddy, you owe me a dance."

He groaned but let the trio led him back to the Great Hall. Harry ignored the curious looks and speculative whispers that began the second he reappeared in the Great Hall. Professor McGonagall came up to him to let him know he had detention with Filch for a week and that disrespecting the headmaster or any professors wouldn't be tolerated. Harry took a page out of Sèraphin's book and stared at her, if unblinking, until she walked away. Thankfully, Dumbledore left him alone, and Ron and Hermione, who came together, never spoke to him at all.

Harry spent the rest of the Ball dancing with one of the triplets and talking with Malfoy who possessed a wicked sense of humor when he wasn't being a pompous git. Even the Weasley twins managed to coax (read: threaten with pranks) him into a dance. Viktor and Sèra eventually disappeared and neither showed back up for the rest of the dance. He still noticed an odd sight throughout the night.

Snape, while dressed in his usual voluminous black robes, was decidedly free of grease. He spent most of his time conversing with Lucius Malfoy at first before the two were joined by the two younger Leroches. Rel focused most of his attention on their potions professor, not seeming to mind when the man would leave suddenly before returning. Rèmy, on the other hand, attached himself to Lucius Malfoy. He occasionally flitted away, only to come right back minutes later. Curiously neither wizard seemed to mind the two teen's company and it was easier not to wonder why.

All things considered, Harry enjoyed himself immensely but was relieved when the Ball was over.

*****

The two months leading up to the Second Task kept Harry busy.

He spent the Christmas hols at the castle with the triplets. After he told them about Leile the dragon and Nature Speakers, they looked in the library for information unsuccessfully. Since it wasn't vital, the dark haired teen decided to focus on figuring out what was up that fuckin screeching egg. That was also a no-go. To distract him from his frustrations, the triplets introduced him to Luna Lovegood and Harry filled a lot time with the eccentric witch, who was like his friends' female counterpart. She joined their little group rather quickly, and eventually Draco started to tag along and Fred and George Weasley soon after.

In January, Rèmy dragged all of them to what he called the Room of Requirement and made Draco teach him, Harry, and his brothers to swim. Draco did so with no hesitation or questions, too used to Rèmy's eccentricity. A few weeks later, Harry discovered why he loved the blue-eyed teen the most when he accidentally-on-purpose threw the golden egg, which had also pissed him off with its screeching, at Draco since he was being a right prick.

The ferret quickly dodged it and it crashed into wall, popping open with a scream before falling into the pool water. Harry finally heard the message and didn't even try to stop himself from smacking one right on Draco's lips, he was so thankful. The Slytherin screeched remarkably similar to the golden egg before chasing Harry around the room while the others laughed at their antics.

The task went off without a hitch. Thanks to Aurèle's gift of gillyweed, Harry "rescued" Rèmy from the merpeople in the Black Lake. His hero complex kicked in when he noticed the bubbles from Fleur's younger sister were getting smaller and smaller and he dragged her to the surface too. Which turned out to be a good thing when he saw the part-Veela was already on the shore recuperating from an injury, clearly worried. Harry froze awkwardly when she kissed him on the mouth for saving her sister before moving on.

In the end, Cedric came in first place with eighty-nine points for completing the task first. Harry came in second with eighty-eight points for his heroics (He gagged at that). Viktor was in third place with eighty-seven points thanks to his successful shark head transfiguration. And Fleur was last since she couldn't complete with seventy-one points.

That night, Harry, Fred, George, Luna, and the triplets were in Draco's room when Sèra looked at Harry, completely blowing him away with his next words.

"If you want to see what I can do, take us to the Chamber of Secrets."